Red is the anger of the raging flames,
Orange resembles warmth.
Bushfires are a dangerous thing,
Don’t play with them like swords.
Yellow, it’s time we carry on,
To the warming, colossal sun.
While Yellow means joy, it’s not a toy,
That gold star’s not always fun.
Green everywhere,
In the trees, grass and bush.
As I lie down and look up,
I see the pink sunset’s peaceful shush.
The Cerulean sky,
A tranquil Blue.
The Seas, the Oceans,
The crashing waves too.
Floras and Faunas are magnificent,
A lovely vibrant sight.
I wish you’d just come and see,
The Rainbow of Nature, nature’s delight!