a silver moon beams over the bushland tonight a silver moon like an illuminated spoon gleaming with a glimmer so bright to the eye giving such delight a silver moon
a blaze of stars* decorate the bush sky's darkness a blaze of stars their lighting is like glitter bars twinkling in arraying brightness exhibiting beautifulness *a blaze of stars
the sky this night* bathes in a luminous gleam the sky this night an orb so effulgent of light stretching across the pitch dark stream it's a nocturnal lunar dream *the sky this night
so effulgent* the daffodils of brightest shade so effulgent bold trumpets e'er magnificent they grew along the esplanade showing a splendid tonal grade *so effulgent
winter lingers down in the southern hemisphere winter lingers still we're feeling those cold fingers spring's warm touch hasn't yet arrived here as the days stay so dismally drear winter lingers
I do not know Why the sky is blue, the grass, green. I do not know When no one hears, does the **** crow? Did we come from a God, unseen? What all of the answers would mean I do not know.
elm branches dance* to the tempo of the wind's pace elm branches dance their leaves caught by its light trance which has the daintiness of grace swaying like a whisper's embrace *elm branches dance
an azure hue presides over our bush patch an azure hue such an imposing shade of blue brilliant the colour in dispatch of its resplendence there's no match an azure hue
a ghostly boat sailed over the sky's dark sea a ghostly boat in manner so slow it did float ambling the universe's lea drifting like a lunar lit pea a ghostly boat
a smiling sun arose to greet the newborn day a smiling sun beamed such gleefulness of fun spreading o'er the land joy's bright ray on making an entrance e'er gay a smiling sun
grass blades sprout as August's days are dying fast grass blades sprout with a lush greenness so very stout the sky's generosity repast bringing robust drops for a cast grass blades sprout
a mixed bag* is the odd weather for to-day a mixed bag the fast wind whirling its south swag in minutes changing to calm sway quite the spectacle on display *a mixed bag
thunder volleys roll across the evening's sky thunder volleys drumming like the wheels of trolleys a crescendo so loud in ply as the grumbling noise trundles by thunder volleys
a star burns bright for our brothers of poetic art a star burns bright viewing their poems a sheer delight this Christmas we'll feel their depart none surviving erasure's dart a star burns bright
day's open fold reveals an orb of bright shining day's open fold arising attired in gold emerging out of night's lining to exhibit her sun's climbing day's open fold
breaking blue hue presides o'er the bush to-day breaking blue hue all plots of azure retinue adorning brightly in array a perfect color to display breaking blue hue
with glints so bright this morn the sun's happy orb did rise with glints so bright bedazzling of a shining light was to an eye fine in surprise its radiance nice to apprise with glints so bright
(warm)th, (gold)en skin, a canvas for parody warm(th), gold(en) temperate air of melody twists the tidal antibody towards bowing phrase of prosody (war)mth, gol(den)
fog's thicket shroud hangs over our village this morn* fog's thicket shroud it lingers like low lying cloud where its density is heavily worn without a transparency being born *fog's thicket shroud
of tearful air the sky is on this very day of tearful air drops being shed in an unhappy fair the saddest mood there to display as if nature had turned gray of tearful air
a fire spiteful raced across lands clad in trees a fire spiteful burning with a vengeance dreadful boughs weren't spared from high degrees flaming the rule to its decrees a fire spiteful
morn's open fold displayed a golden sunlight morn's open fold where lucent beams did beam so bold upon the sky's blue parchment sight a picture of dawn's entrance bright morn's open fold
the bright sunny morn induced birds into loud singing the bright sunny morn their chorusing rousing of horn as if they were message ringing a day replete in much shining the bright sunny morn
she wouldst collect personal details on her slate she wouldst collect then transfer them onto his sect these items of the private plate used in ruining good folks fate she wouldst collect
