I see a bottlebrush tree

In Australia so wild and free.

I love their touch

To grow they have to do so much.

So red and bold

Some young, some old.

Some big, some small

Some short, some tall.

Their leaves so green

The greenest I have ever seen.

The buds so ready to grow

Some up high, some down low.

I see birds land all over, everywhere

I look up and the sun will glare. 

I love them a lot 

People may not

They aren't my favourite flower

But we should use our power

 

To look after our natives!