Droplets of dreamtime
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​drip through the scene
Of greenery flush
​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​in a gushing sunbeam

Pollen puffs pim piffelly
Licked by the pedal-born tongues
Crushed by the knowledge that stiffly
Is rushed into clustering lungs

Sung to the chorus
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of foresting flyers
Rung to the tips of the trees
Danced on forever by nimble-toed tyers
Who loop tumble-oo’s on the breeze

Lost in a furlough
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of curled inner dwelling
Swelled with the hope of release
Droplets of dreamtime
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​drip through the ceiling
Like sun dripping down through the trees