Mutton Birds - Nature

Through falling leaves I pick my way slowly. Talking aloud - eases my mind. Sunlight filters through - I fell my head is drifting, So full of thoughts - I thought. I need some thoughts that are new. Nature - enter me. Up in a tree a bird sing so sweetly. Natures own voice - I hear. Rustling whistling leaves turning breeze to speech, Call to me now - ease my mind. I'll turn something new. My mind's laid with dew. Nature - enter me. I'll turn something new. My mind's laid with dew. Nature - enter me.