The Kurrajong in bloom

Deep within the fertile soil, a seedling springs,
A soothing hug of springtime dreams.
Oh the Kurrajong, its beauty sings,
Through crisp emerald leaves and gentle beams.

Its delicate roots soothe the Earth as they weave.
In the shade of dawn, it emerges to breathe,
An explosion of green, the first reprieve,
The striking silhouette beyond belief.

As seasons dance, the young sapling grows,
Its vibrant crown and fibrous bark shows,
While spiralling skyward where sunlight flows.
In colourful brilliance, its radiance shows.

Oh, the Kurrajong bursts in fiery bloom,
Its scarlet bells repel the gloom,
A canopy of sculptured pods begin to swoon,
In summer's warmth, they peacefully loom.

In time, it extends a majestic grace,
A spiritual leader in nature's space,
The intense blooms heal like Mother’s embrace,
Towards sky's abyss, its eternal place.