The Bottle Brush

The swaying of the bottle brush trees as the seeds hit the ground,

the giggles of the girls walking through the park.

The cackling of the magpie as they fly together as a group, 

the cooling wind as the sun is so bright. 

On this day, the trees sway. 

The sand feels rough but also relieving.

It feels like the energy is going through my body. 

The flowers bloom as the light hits its petals.

A nice little fish and chip shop where you can get cold little treats. 

On this day, the trees sway. 

Seagull swoops, trying to snatch a chip.

A splash as everyone sees a man fall into the water, 

and as the trees sway and the seeds fall in this moment, I see it all.