Wattle
By Elsa W
Published 17 September 2024
Wattle, wattle, like a little bright sun
To bring all the fun
Shining in the beam of light
That makes life so bright
Finding a place for everyone.
Flowing in the breeze
It makes me do things with ease
Running around, up and down
With leaves falling off trees.
The day is bright, unlike the night
With kids playing in the light
All around
With leaves falling down
This is no place for fight.
You smell the fresh air but a pop of yellow can come out of nowhere.
Hoping everyday will be this way
For the wattle to flow
From one place to another for it to grow.