Gold Coast Winter

The leaves blow in the ocean breeze

The sun shines without respite

And the birds chorus from the trees

At every mornings light

The cold bites with tender teeth

And the waves crash and boom

As the plants curl to the ground beneath

Whilst Eucalyptus loom

And clouds scuttle across clear skies

Till weeping days the heaven's cry

To leave a marshy soup

But mostly here the sun shines strong

And plants and birds stand free

To show that in the winter

That the Gold Coast is the place to be.

By Starfire17

Written 2009