Barely seen amidst sparse leaves,
Over the road’s hum and roar,
Chirruping of lorikeets, high,
And guttural call of ibises, low.
When the everyday pushes down,
Weighting shoulders, raising a frown,
Life seems to be a gloomy town.
Experience for me has shown,
Lifting spirits is f’all to own,
Take cares high above to be flown.