Description
It was a hard night and the refreshing ocean waters were just what I needed to revive me. As I walked along the warm, glistening sand there was a coastal Banksia tree (Banksia integrifolia). With twisted and winding roots finding purchase on the sandy soil and stabilising the dunes.
Her gnarled, bent, and swollen trunk demonstrated her endurance as she was a grand and if somewhat broken, an aged, old dame. She looked like she had endured many long hard nights and day. Her strength and power was in her core. Her branches stretched up to take hold of the sun. She bore gifts of lemon-yellow soft golden cones bedded in slivery, khaki green leaves that swirled and matted to form a thick green sky above me.
