Gum Tree

I look into the distance... A patch of gum trees call my name. I walk over there, nothing. I listen once more... Kookaburras flapping around the sky, their long feathers graceful and bold. I think... What a nice country you are, Australia! as I talk in my head. Barramundi jump metres out of the water. "Gum tree, sing with your branches and leaves," I yell. Sway, Sway... go the gum trees. Good song, my precious gum tree! I think again. Drop, Drop. The clouds decide to pour down. I'm not angry, I'm proud. "Good job my cloud friends!" I say in care. Swish, Swish, go the gum trees. The gum trees are happy to get cold, droplets and sprinkles down their trunks. Kookaburras stand proud, on the gum tree branches, shaking feathers down to me. Goodness me! Not so messy Kookaburras! Kookaburras are dropping long blue feathers onto my head. "Bye, bye rain," I say.  Rain travels to the next stop, to grow more life.  Rustle, Rustle. I hear something in the bush... A wallaby!