
Wind scattering clouds,
like dancing stick figurines—
bony-limbed old tree.

Wind scattering clouds,
like dancing stick figurines—
bony-limbed old tree.

A prolonged labour—
then gloriously crowning,
sun rises; rejoice!

Eye of the tower
glowing with Cyclops power—
marvel of the sun.

Native wild flora
dotted along city streets—
ode to tourist Banks.

All the clouds gather,
ferrying sunshine along
to see leaves blushing.