The Life of the Wattle Flower

I see the wattle blowing gently in the breeze.
As the plants let their scent slowly drift away, I breathe in deeply.
I gently feel its soft, golden yellow flowers.

I can hear the branches of trees and bushes gently pushing into each other.
I ask myself questions about this colour-of-sunshine flower.
I wonder what the world would be like without trees?
What the world would be like without greenery?
Do we need colour on flowers like the yellow on the wattle?
How many wattle flowers there be left in 100 years?
Will there be any?

As I breathe in the fresh air being blown by the special golden-yellow flower.
As that beautiful flower sways with the breeze, I realise I am lucky to have such an amazing flower standing next to me.

The clocks we own mean nothing to the wattle flower.
They stand by their own calendar, blooming amazingly when they feel like it, shining in the lively sun.
When the sun shines brightly, they look magnificent.
They need attention.
They need water.
Pay attention to the beautiful flowers and they will live happily.