In hushed serenity the gumtree tall, Aloof and graceful, stands by creek and hill, Ignores the wilful winds that wreck at will And with compassion spreads her shade for all. Within that shade there sleeps a pony small. Some cattle pause to chew their cuds until The midday heat has passed and then, with skill, Are gathered by a dog as poddies bawl. The weeping willow, charcoal ironbark, The pine and deadly strangling fig are staid: They lack the elf who plies each pastel shade. Her birds now roost on leafy limb or stark; Her branches reach towards the setting sun As leafy light and shade entwine as one.