- Robin Williams, Jack (1996)
I am and cannot escape it, the fabric of my origins.
The rolling hills of olive and orchard trees that whirl among the grape vines entwined within the crisp emerald hill side. I am the yellow tailed black cockatoo who lives beside the water, squawking loudly as his forages bring success. I am the hopeful Daffodil bulbs in the winter, for spring is around the corner and the bright Wattle buds are looming. I am the cream pear blossom in the spring unravelling my winter blues. I am the first mango, cherry and peach of the season, make a wish now little darling the summer awaits you and the new year is approaching. I am a stubborn little gum tree parched for thirst in the drought, one day I will grow up but for now I reach the horizon. I am the thorns of the coffee pigmented rose named Julia in the morning before the sun has touched my face.
But never ever will I be a carnation.
I am efflorescent.
- Written By Julia May Mortimer