She grew in the garden of magenta flowers
Where the bright sun embraced the green paddy fields.
Barefoot, she roamed freely among ancient, banyan trees
The mango blossoms exploding with aroma!
Far lands she travelled to greet the eucalyptus
The yellow-crested cockatoos screeching in unison!
The red tainted boulders so stark and dominant
The golden wattle waving goodnight to the magenta sunset.
She planted a new garden with colours of every kind
Among them bowed the boronia with their magenta star heads
Willing to listen, to lavish love, to sing lovely lullabies
Resounding through the littered houses of suburbia.
Then suddenly shrouded by a veil of black dense smoke
The magenta flowers coughed, choked, and gasped.
Smothered by the sound of weeping, the hidden secrets cowered
The bitterness stealing every delightful thought she had.
But she emerged in radiance, in resilience.... robust!
The noisy magpies chuckling their morning praise
They wallowed in the bright pink grandeur where the magenta stood
Her gaze fixed on a rainbow, painting the cloudy grey sky.
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