Inside the Tiny Forest

In the twilight of Dharawal country, a tiny bushland breathes
Whooosshhhh! whispers the wind through wattle, wild and warm
Cockatoos cackle in the sunlight, their laughter emanating through leaves
As shadows sway softly, a majestic, elegant charm.

Inside the Tiny Forest 

Beneath a blanket of banksia, bold and bright,
Lyrebirds purr a rich, haunting sound
Possums screech with a fierce, determined might
While the Kurrajong’s blooms shimmer, sparkling around.

Inside the Tiny Forest

Moss bells carpet the ground, a lush and velvety quilt
Swamp wallabies bound, bouncing with ease
Magpies toil cheerily, a home among trees carefully built
As the creek flows blissfully, blending with the breeze.

Inside the Tiny Forest

Each fern is a fan, fluttering with flair
While the morning mist mumbles a magical tune
In this Illawarra oasis, calm and rare
Where every echo sings to the silvery moon.

Inside the Tiny Forest