Where is my favourite place?
Where the mist rolls over the hills.
Where it all goes silent.
Where the tui is an alarm clock
and jumps from flax bush to flax bush,
and falls out of trees from overeating berries.
Where the fantails flit from tree to tree,
eating bugs secretly.
Where the lake sleeps and snores,
as the ripples crash on the shore
Where the mountains tanning themselves
in the early morning sun.
This is my favourite place.