The trees, the bees

The trees, the bees

The great open blue light,the great open sunlight

The bees flying through an open breeze.

The colourful coral

The colourful shore,the shore wants more

The coral is floral.

The weeds, the needs

As we look at the trees we can climb we care for nature as it always will be our home.

The creatures, the features

The eastern greys so majestic, but still home

Bluebottles await for a popping, stinging force.