I look
around Island Bay…
A toitoi is
so golden in the sun
Branches
hang down like vines
The hill
looks like a waterfall
Big planes
are high in the sky
they fly
past like birds.
The lines on
my leaf look like a branch of a tree.
The sun
shines on the houses
The sun
shines on the trees like fairy lights
I feel
the sand is
as soft as silk,
the wind is
as fast as Grease Lightning
I can smell salt from the sea.
I can smell salt from the sea.
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