The bottlebrush tree

Rocking its red dress,

And bright green shoes,

Furry like my dog,

The feeling comforts me,

Colorful, confident, Christmas colors,

The bottlebrush is a statement.

A tree full of confidence,

Swaying in the wind,

It almost feels like silicone,

Running down my fingers.

The leaves smell like eucalyptus,

But the bottlebrush smells like nothing,

I can hear the bees buzzing around,

Collecting pollen for the fam, bzz, bzz, BZZ!

The bottlebrush is the face of Australia,

What we call home,

Bobbling around, forever swaying,

The bottlebrush we all know.