My world is bright
A myriad of colour
Every shade and hue of green
Beyond my back door.
I contrast in my many blues
But I welcome the reds and the purples
The yellows and the splashes of white
I see within my garden.
A butterfly flutters past
Black and gold wings
Flocks of birds, the colours of nature
Some blending, some prominent
They chorus among the red bottlebrush
Fighting over the dark seed pods
Messing the floor below with
Droppings of their unique kind.
In the cool of the afternoon
We sit among this riot of colour
Your beige giving way
To the eclectic shades
Thrown before us.