Bush song

Bellbird is the sound of the bush
clear as air
sun soaked in trees
chime of streams and pools
damp earth, cascade of rock
lace shadows amid fans of light
so bright - while softly dark
Will I find a trail of breadcrumbs
a gingerbread cottage
witch in a furnace
leaves like broken glass
scattered
mouth-watering edges
glinting and crackling
the sharp call,
clangour
of temple bells,
cathedral of song