A purple wattle is a blanket with soft touches,

It's blown by the wind side to side, swaying under the sunlight,

The sun gazes at them with a bright smile

As it breathes fresh oxygen with full delight.

The wattles dazzle under the sun light, 

Dancing to the music of the wind,

They could smell the freshness in the winds blowing by.

Warm winds spoon feed the baby wattles to grow,

As they receive it with pleasure.

Isn't it a blessed scene to watch the purples' sway happily?

They might not sway as happily in the coming generations.