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Waves peacefully lap golden crystals of sand,
As the salty smell fills the air,
Mixed with the sweet smell of pollen brought by the wind.

Wind murmuring for flowers to dance together,
Fuzz balls of yellow wattle, brightening the trees,
Spiderwebs so fragile; glinting in the light and filtering through the trees.

Layers and layers of wood and bark, moist from rainfall,
While cushiony moss seeks an opportunity to grow,
Branches twist up to greet the sun.

Dainty flowers emerge from hiding places,
Ants hurrying around, scampering on the wood,
With no time to rest.

Long sword-like leaves,
Standing tall, strong and proud,
Waiting for the bad weather, readying themselves.