The Bush Awakes

Awake! awake!
The bush is waking from its sleep;
The sun is creeping through the trees,
And stirring up the old tall grass
That holds the dew like beads of pearls,
And makes the world a camp-out.

The bird calls out, a note so bright,
As if the morn must greet the night;
The stir of life is in the air,
The wildflowers bloom everywhere.

The shadows dance with spirits bright,
In this new day of golden light;
The beauty of the bush surrounds,
And in its heart—the song resounds.

• E J Brady