Revive the Red

A red beacon shone through the bushland
Attracting everything around
Birds feasted on the nectar,
Seeds scattered the ground.
Wattle birds squawked,
Letting out gleeful sounds
The bottlebrush glowed bright
It was like a playground.
But, the light was slowly fading
The birds had taken flight
The bottlebrush was dying
Soon no animals were in sight.
It withered and it wailed,
Turning old like time
The bottlebrush was dead
It lost its red shine.
Leaves littered the soil
Seeds scattered the ground
But, up through the sand shone a seedling
New life had been found.