Throughout the light drizzle
The golden wattles light up the forest
Calling us to explore
High halls with blazing chandeliers
Long corridors with tall arches
Open windows onto fugitive glades
Surrounded by deep mossy carpets
On which the wallabies rest happily
The tree palace is a welcoming fantasy
Surrounded by low cloudy hills
The setting sun filters through the lacy foliage
Creating an imaginary lake in the dale
Reflecting the reigning queen of the night sky
Searching in vain for her watery twin
Wondering if she will find it here
In the soothing waft of the wattles
For shapeless possibilities wait around
When the wattles are alight.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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