Syzygium ‘cascade’

I lie in the garden, 

I look all around and notice:

the clusters of Lilly Pillies 

resting among the glossy green;

the flurry of pollen,

that fills the air with every gust of wind;

the butterfly,

a fragile friend.

Intrigued by the gentle colour,

I go over to inspect, 

and am surprised by the soft texture. 

They are as light as a marshmallow, 

but no where near as sweet, 

sweet blushing shades like the blusher on my cheeks.