
Dancing to sunrise,
grooves to birdsong in the breeze—
lemon-scented gum.

Dancing to sunrise,
grooves to birdsong in the breeze—
lemon-scented gum.

I watch the gums be,
embracing the cloudless sky,
owning their country.

No competition;
looking down on the lamp posts,
gumtree swings its leaves.

Swallowing light whole,
spewing clouds from every limb,
tree stands, magical.