Sounds of the Bush
By Amelia R
Black cockatoos fly across the pale blue sky,
Weaving through the endless stretch of tall, twisting trees,
The gentle breeze aiding them in their flight,
Trees whisper in response to the wind, whipping through their branches,
Then all is quiet; like a symphony of silence,
A burst of noise in the unusual silence,
Birds caw and the wind rustles through the trees,
And the abundant forest comes alive with the sounds of nature.