Nature's home

Bees buzzing on branches,

Sand edging between my toes,

The wind rustling as the

Birds talked.

Leaves swished high up in the clouds

While the rippled branches sway in the wind,

Fireworks of golden wattle glow in the bush

Flowers burst with colour

As shells tumble onto the sand

Birds glide through the air,

Spiders spin their webs that glisten in the sun,

Ripples spread as the waves meet the sand

While bees scramble around the emerald green wildness