dusk descends upon the Oz landscape
the sun slowly reclines westward
cattle and sheep make for nightly camps
the faint sounds of birds are heard
gum trees cast last shadows
o'er the land a hush
it's settling time
day closes
then to
night
''''''''''''''''
stars
aplenty
fill the sky
the scent of earth
flows on the soft breeze
so calming the night hours
the country is serene and still
how fortunate we are to live here
in a place which is like paradise
as the moon sails across the bushland skies
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
dusk descends upon the Oz landscape
the sun slowly reclines westward
cattle and sheep make for nightly camps
the faint sounds of birds are heard
gum trees cast last shadows
o'er the land a hush
it's settling time
day closes
then to
night
''''''''''''''''
stars
aplenty
fill the sky
the scent of earth
flows on the soft breeze
so calming the night hours
the country is serene and still
how fortunate we are to live here
in a place which is like paradise
as the moon sails across the bushland skies
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