A tree rests on the riverbank, been lying there for ages,
At high tide, features disappear, most of it you cannot see.
A play nursery for some fingerling fish― even a bollard for boaties,
It returns to dry out at low tide, such a well-sculpted beauty.
At high tide, features disappear, most of it you cannot see.
A play nursery for some fingerling fish― even a bollard for boaties,
It returns to dry out at low tide, such a well-sculpted beauty.
Kick your shoes off and stroll along clean, sandy white beaches,
If you’re headin’ north from Burleigh, this is what you’ll see.
From Little Burleigh Lookout, there’s greenery up to Surfers,
Lines of tall Casuarina with scatterings of Pandanus tree.
If you’re headin’ north from Burleigh, this is what you’ll see.
From Little Burleigh Lookout, there’s greenery up to Surfers,
Lines of tall Casuarina with scatterings of Pandanus tree.
And if you venture south, from Little Burleigh Lookout,
Burleigh Heads is where you find a perfect wave.
There’s a beach lined with pines as tall as a ship’s mast,
You must climb Burleigh Hill if there’s enough time in your day.
Burleigh Heads is where you find a perfect wave.
There’s a beach lined with pines as tall as a ship’s mast,
You must climb Burleigh Hill if there’s enough time in your day.
To organise Dragon Fruit cactus so it creeps up a tree,
You’ll need wind and rain, that passes by in mid-air.
It carefully creeps wrapping fibrous roots to grow free,
Eventually it’ll be bearing fruit― be careful of spikes over there.
You’ll need wind and rain, that passes by in mid-air.
It carefully creeps wrapping fibrous roots to grow free,
Eventually it’ll be bearing fruit― be careful of spikes over there.
Midway stands a Mango tree, I’m told it comes from Bowen,
To the rear stands a round garden― over there a coconut tree.
Up close, a tree trunk is where orange fungus is growin’,
Some Monstera Deliciosa tucks away beside me.
To the rear stands a round garden― over there a coconut tree.
Up close, a tree trunk is where orange fungus is growin’,
Some Monstera Deliciosa tucks away beside me.
Here is Benowa Lake at last light this afternoon,
It’s quite hilly here where ducks and swans are protected.
This afternoon seems tranquil, the night’s arriving soon,
In the lake you’ll see moon and stars, from the sky, reflected.
It’s quite hilly here where ducks and swans are protected.
This afternoon seems tranquil, the night’s arriving soon,
In the lake you’ll see moon and stars, from the sky, reflected.
An orange glow blankets inky black cloud cover,
Locals are deciding whether or not to switch lights on.
So dark it is, that home dwellers are expecting thunder,
But usually after sundown the ominous cloud will be gone.
Locals are deciding whether or not to switch lights on.
So dark it is, that home dwellers are expecting thunder,
But usually after sundown the ominous cloud will be gone.
That’s the Q1 resort rearing it’s head above the trees,
If you decide to take the lift you’ll pass 77 floors.
If it’s too easy to Sky Point then do take the stairs,
I think I might wait here in the foyer― just because.
If you decide to take the lift you’ll pass 77 floors.
If it’s too easy to Sky Point then do take the stairs,
I think I might wait here in the foyer― just because.
Life is forever busy on the Gold Coast,
Morning and night white Cockatoos fly either way.
They head for home to Mackintosh Island during sunset,
Early sunrise in the hinterland all day.
Morning and night white Cockatoos fly either way.
They head for home to Mackintosh Island during sunset,
Early sunrise in the hinterland all day.
Here’s a hiding place for fableous faeries,
Who dwell in the innermost depth of the tree.
With it's imperfect twisted gnarly bits,
And strong branches reaching from neck to knee.
Who dwell in the innermost depth of the tree.
With it's imperfect twisted gnarly bits,
And strong branches reaching from neck to knee.
Ten little pegs scrambling for the same patch of ground,
With sixteen arms outstretched, to align with the sun.
Climbing clambering over one another end to end,
Yet some trees can outlive us, maybe two to one.
With sixteen arms outstretched, to align with the sun.
Climbing clambering over one another end to end,
Yet some trees can outlive us, maybe two to one.
There are many strong trees that grow from sun’s reflection,
Little legs dancing, with trotting hooves― tough as goats.
You hear song and laughter while a tree offers protection,
There’s no better spot to lay a rug in the shade that works!
Little legs dancing, with trotting hooves― tough as goats.
You hear song and laughter while a tree offers protection,
There’s no better spot to lay a rug in the shade that works!
During early morning light the sun draws lines with shadows,
It seems every tree here offers a message, reaching out.
If they could speak, if they had eyes, even one of those,
I reckon they’d be making trunk calls― no doubt.
It seems every tree here offers a message, reaching out.
If they could speak, if they had eyes, even one of those,
I reckon they’d be making trunk calls― no doubt.
Emma curls up on the bed, she soundly sleeps in the dark,
If there’s an unusual howl, you know she’s having one of her dreams.
If there’s a battle in her mind, she gives a squeaky bark,
She’ll shake her legs and clench her paws― no, she definitely has no fleas.
If there’s an unusual howl, you know she’s having one of her dreams.
If there’s a battle in her mind, she gives a squeaky bark,
She’ll shake her legs and clench her paws― no, she definitely has no fleas.
