The rain stops for a moment and i venture outside into the wet dawn,
the sound is deafening!
The air is filled with frogs calling for Love…
But all I can see is the bottle brush tree,
As it has burst into song.
The rain stops for a moment and i venture outside into the wet dawn,
the sound is deafening!
The air is filled with frogs calling for Love…
But all I can see is the bottle brush tree,
As it has burst into song.