Wonderful Wattle

The wattle plant waves,

Spreading wonders through the land,

Open in the outback

With the red baked sand,

Thank you trees for giving us

Something to climb,

As bushes drop down

Giving a shady spot to hide.

The sun is a bright light reflecting 

on my skin, as the Whirly wind shouts,

the Trees start to sing.

Take your time but don't

Take long, wait too much,

Then it will be gone.