It is close to spring in Australia.

It is close to spring in Australia.

And while I sit,

Lost in quiet contemplation,

Of life and meaning,

With my first cup of coffee

Still hot and steaming,

People ready themselves

For sleep.

For some it is time

To prepare dinner,

Say prayers,

Their souls to keep.

New shoots,

Push out of trammelled earth.

Re-birth,

And re-generation.

A splutter into life,

Even though strife

And confrontation

Mar the day,

I hear the sound

Of a simple song.

A child at play,

An innocence,

That knows no wrong.

And my heart sings,

For the lift it brings

To the day.

Even though the headlines

In the paper

Are, sad to say

No better than before,

And when the only change

Is the weather,

I am bound to say,

What a difference

A day makes.