Currently isolating in my flat with COVID. It's so quiet and serene, it's like I can hear the trees talk.

 

The grass outside

Wriggles under raindrops: 

Beads of stubborn,

Loving, nutrients adorn.

 

From across the street,

Many heads shake with glee:

The proud cabbage tree

Broadly twiddles her fingers;

Tree ferns at the back

Giggle with every peek.

 

Now and then,

Booming waves

Interrupt the communion.

I forget they belong here,

The cars rolling through, so loud

When I'm busy

Listening to the trees.