If one were to venture into the Australian bush in early springtime one would find,
Near every plant preparing to turn the usually monotone blue grey hues,
Into an epic array of a colourful display ~ not limited to shades of yellow and pink,
But an abundance of white/orange/purple/red and even a delightful element of blues,
To entice and enchant all whom pause long enough to take a fragrant breath and notice.
For once cleansing rain storms clear the dust and winter debris from leaf tip through to roots deep in the soil,
Near invisible flower buds start to abundantly grow ~ at times in greater numbers than the plants have leaves,
Akin ones energetic core being rejuvenated and rippling out into ones physical glow as they toil,
Allowing denser elements to transmute into lighter styles cueing seraphic mental reprieves,
After one’s lucubrated time away throwing balance into too tight a stress fueling coil.
Yet soon these buds have filled to the point they’re overflowing their protective ‘shell’,
Radiating their soon to bloom vibes throughout the bushland announcing spring’s to swell,
Like when one walks into a room uplifting it with their presence energetically cell by cell,
The flora’s enchanting it’s way through blooming enticing many an insect and more with its sweet fragrant smell,
As petal by petal unfurls in an outback and beyond perceptually endless bouquet for early springtimes spell.
Allowing those whom can a decadent time to seraphically enjoy a walk through their display,
Replenishing from ones mind to soul given the moment to acknowledge their bud through bloom,
For one can witness their whole melodramatic cycle in mere metres if they care to mindfully foray,
By tree and under where hidden blossoms on often unnoticed ground covers loom,
Despite needing to stay aware of any young chicks and fauna protective parents are watching play.
‘Till eventually the flowers wilt and fall with the help of a warm yet often gentle evening zephyr,
Floating lackadaisically to the ground below reminding all of our physical being mortality,
Though the bushland will soon again bloom in kind ’tis time to prepare for the summers heat,
To prepare to endure the challenges of our lives after reaping from what we’ve tended through stability,
So we can grow/evolve beyond our current best ~ to bloom with increasing grandeur we’re unable to yet imagine…
The Poetic Life 2.0 