A Symphony

The river lays still,
a dress of crystal drapes her curves.

A spotted wattle tree bows at the pastel breeze
caressing my fingertips,
entwining in and out like a woven basket.

Above, the rain conducts a rainbow across the canvas,
a masterpiece streaked with ivory columns of cotton.

I come back a time later,
I am still welcome.
        
The wise, silky oak shows me his scars,
his wrinkles.

Life has been unkind to him,
yet, he hides me from the sun’s wrath.

I lean up against his roots,
and admire the total hypnotism of a sunset.

The daisies and daffodils pirouette to the rhythm
of chirping wattlebirds and butcherbirds.

And altogether,
a symphony.