Wattle Tree
By Clementine D
Published 17 September 2021
The birds sit in the old wattle tree,
their songs creating the summer symphony.
Sitting beneath the tree,
the summer breeze cools you.
Birds flit down like leaves, to sing their song beside you.
The days flutter past in slow-moving circles of leaves and feathers.
Cool breezes turn to gales,
soft, summer songs to racing finales.
The birds fly through the wind, their cries rough and sharp
as the climax is reached.
Torrential rain and soaked birds fall from the sky.
The music, now soft, welcomes back the birds and their songs to sing once again
in the old, wattle tree.