Turning tides 
Lime living 
Animals burrowing 
The breeze blowing me
Smells as lavender
Beautiful petals blow
Decorating over the room
Happy but need my sunshine
The cockatoo flies through the sky 
Making a lovely sound 
Squawk!
Flowers blooming 
Trees growing,
In time 
They slowly die
Clouds cover over them 
They turn grey
With no sunlight no water 
They are gone
Their age has passed