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

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

Tiny blobs of life
coloured green, outside the lines,
trees keep us nourished.

Peering through the trees,
promising a better day—
sun after the storm.

Weatherbeaten peach
grooving to the wind’s rhythms:
graceful elder tree.

Freckled teenager
avoiding direct sunlight:
young lime on its tree.