A Melaleuca with fresh, red foliage is growing beside a Bottlebrush (Callistemon) which has been peppered with scarlet flower for over a week.
A Rainbow is in the wrong tree, usually feasting with the Noisy Friarbirds on nectar and pollen. I watch the bird climbing through the branches, occasionally catching the late sunlight, picking the softest leaves for a change of diet.
Waking up the next morning, the Melaleuca is flowering. Overnight is busy and not just with dreams, or nocturnal heartbeats. The trees relax without photosynthesis, but stay active repairing themselves and grow more than in the day. I should open my eyes, let my senses drift through the night.
