the tree that stands outside my study
is like my third child;
the lilly-pilly was but a sapling two years ago
and now it stands over the palings and dances in the wind
and waves its gentle arms in the breeze;
the tree that stands outside my study
it smiles in the morning and it smiles in the evening
and it seems folded in itself as the dark creeps
over the fence and all round my home;
the tree stands outside my window, my dearest lilly-pilly,
it grows and heals and nurtures and glows
all days and all year round;
the tree that stands outside my study
is like my third child
and is yet become my nurse and support
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