
When life lacks lustre,
look up from under a tree—
world looks different.

When life lacks lustre,
look up from under a tree—
world looks different.

Tiny, red, bird-like;
migrating for the winter:
leaves flying off trees.

Wise old eucalypt
doesn’t cry over dead branches—
it only flowers.

Branchless and bare-bones;
the once-magnificent tree:
an ecosystem.

Autumn comes to town
flaunting her shiny red skirts;
toad stools seek a kiss.