
Luscious, green, flowy;
The Sky Tower gets a skirt:
Auckland City trees.

Luscious, green, flowy;
The Sky Tower gets a skirt:
Auckland City trees.

Sunset show begins;
we’re all going away
as far as we can.

Puts herself out there;
who will cheer the lone flower,
tell her she is brave?

Sadly, head hung low,
outgrown by competition,
lamp post turns away.