Behind cement walls and razor wire, I can see a tall tree

Swaying in the breeze it reminds me, the day I’ll be free

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Then in come the birds from out of that tree

I watch these birds with envy and I wish it was me

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I wish I could be out there with nature, and free

That’s the smell I miss, the decaying leaves of a gum tree

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Nature is beautiful and every day you could see

But in jail, that’s gone, instead you’re behind lock and key

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Locked away from nature will bring you to your knees

The only way to see it now, is from the birds and bees

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With jail life you’re removed from nature, you agree

In all its glory, nature I hope one day again, I’ll see

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Even a crow, a pest of a bird I’m glad to see

In the yard I feel good from just seeing a little bee

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Sometimes there are magpies, cockies and plovers, all three

It makes my day and reminds me again of being free

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After years of looking at these trees waving at me

They’re telling me to keep going, because one day I’ll be free

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When I’m down I just keep looking at those trees

Because sooner or later, in will come the birds and the bees