Does Australia do green? Real green.
Not the desiccated grey of eucalypts,
roots driving deep to suck the slightest
droplet from the sand.
The plants thirst and burn.
Yellowed and scorched they endure.
Natives do best, adapted to parching, arid air.
Sun starved northern beauties fade and die.
We too, introduced species from
verdant, wet and bosky isles,
crave the lush, rich softness
of an English garden.
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