The Banksia
By Rosalie E
I lay on the grass,
watching… as Banksia sways side to side.
In a gust of wind,
the scent of gum leaves fills the air.
In a beam of light,
stars are emptied into the dark, black sky.
Light fills the earth,
as bright as the sun looking down on me.
The night stars shine bright,
one shoots across the sky.
The wind slows,
as Banksia slowly spreads its seeds.