The Whisper of a Tree

The swish of the wind is like a mother's whispered words
The floral smell of blooming flowers awaken a baby bird
Here, on the native's land, 
We give each other a helping hand 
We love our Aussie ground
We to listen to nature sounds
We feel the grass under our fleeting feet, 
Then passes a butterfly ever so sweet
Oh nature is so fair! 
We will look after it because it's in our care
Do not credit me, for that would be absurd; 
I write this from the whisper of a tree, word for word