The Breeze of the Bay

Foaming waves of silk,

Tenderly making their way across the crunching sand.

Birds chirping in the undergrowth,

As, at last, after a perilous journey, water meets the bay.

Delicate tulip-like flowers,

Stalking up, up, up, among the gnarled, feeble bark.

Morning sun,

Slowly dries the evening dew, on the old abandoned cobwebs.

Fireworks of Golden Wattle,

Bright as the light of the early morning,

That slowly creeps through the clouds.