Fairy stars twinkling in the sky so high
Banishing the dark clouds, who leave with a sigh
Lacy snowflakes form a white cloak over the earth

April the fourth month of the year
Full of hope, sunshine, showers and good cheer
Giggling raindrops soak the earth
As all of nature wakes to its rebirth

On a tall hill a windmill stood
A beacon for all to see
His painted sails flew round and round
He was as happy as happy could be.

Please enjoy the read about this very private and shy little animal.

PLEASE SAVE OUR NATIVE TASMANIAN DEVILS FROM EXTINCTION.

The burning sand, the scorching sun
In the distance the sound of a gun.
Slow moving vehicles crawl at snails pace
Heading gingerly towards some safe place.

Raindrops falling from the sky
Onto the earth so hard and dry
Scorched grass reaching out to drink
Dying flowers are on the brink.

Welcome August, glad you came
To have missed you would have been a shame
Your Golden Sunshine cheers the world
Like a flag that has been unfurled

Children collecting twigs and leaves
Pulling conkers from the trees
Piles of boxes, piles of clothes
Onto the Bonfire everything goes.

There is a magic broomstick
Upon which witches ride,
On dark and spooky windy nights
Up into the air it glides.

Soaring over trees and hills

Two long years ago today
I stood and watched you pass away.
God had called you from afar,
He needed another shining star.