Summer Magic

I hear the voice of the thopha saccata,
Singing a song of summer.
I see the shadow of the umbrella mulga,
Wearing the clothes of summer.
Summer is hugging the jacaranda,
To make her footprints purple and blue.
The smell of summer is in the air,
I will gather the jacaranda for a wreath,
Dancing with summer,
Taking a nice summer breath.