Colours of the Forest

From the noisy miners that soar high in the sky,
To the grains of polluted soil colonising my backyard bush water bay,
Even the dullest day of rain contains the truthful scent of colour.

The flooded rose gum brown of the wooden army as they rise,
 Carrying baskets of pale eucalyptus leaves going astray.
I touch the smooth grey bark of the Sydney Blue Gum, strength flowing, the earth-bound safe colour.

Shrouded with clouds and rainbow lorikeets as they fly, 
The ever-changing shade of the vast aboveness each day.
The colour blue, the calming hue, is the point of the sky’s colour.

The trees dance a ever-changing waltz determined by the whims of the wind, creating spectacle up high 
I see a world that’s untouched by virus decay, 
A peaceful globe of whispering summer, a haven, a natural colour.

Brown, blue, green are all fine,
The tinted facts are they,
The eyes that see different colours,
The vision of every being.