Honeyeaters

Happy humble honeyeaters,
They chirp and sing among the trees,
The sun shines it's bright rays,
Of dappled light down on the forest floor,
The trees grow tall and wide to reach the sky.

Swirling, shining stream,
The water flows as the frogs croak,
The flowers bloom and sparkle in the sunlight, 
The silence of nature is beautiful,
Only broken by the sweet sounds of the honeyeaters.