Barely seen amidst sparse leaves,
Over the road’s hum and roar,
Chirruping of lorikeets, high,
And guttural call of ibises, low.
high
Caught up
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.
