The Golden Wattle

The golden wattle tree resplendent in the Winter sunshine cloaked in golden blooms to the very ground
The beauty it displays from mid to late Winter will fade to decay when the Spring comes around,
The birds nesting and singing the Spring she is coming I sense her drawing nearer with each passing day
The beauty of Nature it lives on forever young flowers come to bloom as the old flowers decay.
The Golden Wattle in bloom is a thing of great beauty and things of great beauty have always been rare
In Winter when most other flora is dormant with her splendid beauty there's few to compare
With beauty to rival the rhododendrons and camellias they beautify the gardens at this time of the year
They bloom in the coldest and dampest of weather before the first wildflowers of Spring do appear
Overnight it was frosty the air it was chilly the grass at early dawn was looking quite gray
Still magpies and rosellas were piping and chirping before the bright sun it warmed up the day
And the golden wattle glittered in the sunshine in full bloom a thing of great beauty for all to behold
The wattle in flower is a thing of great beauty from head to toe covered in her blooms of gold.
She stands in the sunshine the queen of the garden a thing of great beauty for all to enjoy
Yet the tiny fluffy balls of bloom on the wattle that look so resplendent like all things of beauty are quick for to die.