Wattle

I calmly watch the bright yellow blossoms glowing in the sunlight,

The sound and smells of the dry Australian bush around me,

Its roots clinging to the rocky surface,

The sweet smell of eucalyptus hanging in the air,

The bush animals are a choir around me,

Singing to me softly and making me listen,

The plants and animals of the bush tell secrets,

The wind is the breath of the bush,

Wattle is the brightness of the bush,

As night falls the bush is filled with noise,

Crickets chirp and owls hoot,

The wattle says goodnight.