The thanks of a Wattle tree

Oh replenishing rain,​
You always quench my thirst, and make my roots grow wide,
And for that, my yellow pollen-filled balls can bloom and thrive.
Fragrant, radiant, refreshing, surprise,
Oh rain because of you, I will never meet my demise

Oh wondrous wind,
You allow my limber branches to dance in your breeze.
When you blow, the scent of my golden blossoms fill the air with ease.
Fresh, cool, powerful, but free,
Oh wind, you let me spread bliss as I please.

Oh ​sophisticated sun,
You shine down on me until the pitch black night,
Your rays are like a warm embrace, so comforting and bright.
Fierce, radiant, glorious, alight, 
Oh sun, you will never go down without a fight.