Ordinary

Sitting under clear blue sky

The morning sun shines down from high

A breeze from wings of butterfly

The joy of ordinary

The kestrels soar above the clouds

Prepare to dive to fields just ploughed

Their keening sounds so clear and loud

Announcing ordinary

Lizards scuttle on the stone

New generation, barely grown

They chase a future yet unknown

And search for ordinary

The soothing eucalyptus scent

Pervades the air with bold intent

A lazy day, my time mis-spent?

Immersed in ordinary

Yet what is normal, safe or plain?

What's real for me, for you be feign

My joy may bring, to you, disdain

Embrace 'your' ordinary