Less Time

Poem By Andre Breton

Pink blossoms are stirring in the freshening breeze
On the last days of Winter on the leaf budding fruit trees
On the last week of August a few sleeps from the calendar Spring
The beauty in Nature is such an amazing thing
At dawn the male blackbirds are singing as Spring days draw near
In Nature there is beauty at all times of year
In this their breeding Season the silver billed magpies do sing night and day
Territorial birds of them one can say
That they are among Australia's best known birds of song
Once seen and once heard them one cannot get wrong
In Nature at all times of year there is beauty to see
It is all around you and it is all around me
The sun it is shining on this nice August day
With the first of September a few sleeps away.

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