North Wind

The wind blows the grey gum trees outside my window,
Reminding me of the ocean in the distant south,
The sound is like waves crashing on a beach,
A brief rain shower falls on the green spring grass,
Activating the scent of a fresh countryside morning,
The sun is rising over the tree line now,
And, as the gum trees bend and sway in the north wind,
An orchestra of birdlife swells into an overture,
And the country awakens.