The poem of the bush

The morning sun shines over the flourishing bush, the swamp glistening like diamonds, the resonant silver barramundi leap out of the water escaping hungry salties.

The cunning fox moves expeditiously through scrub and woodland, squeezing under fences and bounding over ditches, he darts along walls and navigates through bramble.

Kangaroos frolic and spring in the grasslands, munching on sweet green grass. Honey bees touch down on fluorescent blooms for sugary nectar.

The marine sky begins to fade, releasing the moon from its gloomy prison. 

Wombat scurries to his burrow for the forest at night is not a safe place.

Barn owls hoot searching for mice, and copper dingos howl at the luminous night sky. But soon the sun begins to rise again and the cycle continues.