Ginseng family

You are seen as weak and blown by many 

Your petals as white as fresh paint 

The globe-like motion of your body

Loses its wheel-like shape 

The shell as white as salt 

The core as dark as pepper 

Australia’s sandy soil is your home 

As the whistling takes you and your dome 

Your petite petals 

Far, far, far you travel 

Until you stop beneath pebbles 

You thrive in the sadness of the rain 

And the joy of the sun 

In your garden, your forever home