“adelaide”

Where ocean’s blue meets rolling plains,  
Adelaide wakes beneath wide skies,  
Her mornings laced with jasmine rains  
And magpie calls that harmonize.

Beneath the watch of Mount Lofty's height,  
The city gleams in dappled gold—  
Jacarandas don their purple light  
As morning’s gentle hours unfold.

She cradles vines in Barossa’s sweep,  
Where tawny eagles wheel and slide,  
Her streets lined broad, old gums that keep  
Their whispered stories tucked inside.

The stone-shot bones of Rundle Mall,  
Where buskers play and children run;  
The Torrens glides past willow’s fall,  
A mirrored wake of afternoon sun.

In market halls, with laughter filled,  
Spices drift and bakers ply,  
And cultures mingling, warmly spilled—  
An Adelaide gift, you can’t deny.

In festival light, she brightly spins,  
With art and song, the world invited;  
And as the Southern starlight grins,  
Her gentle heart is undivided.

So here’s to Adelaide, southern queen—  
With city’s hum and hills’ refrain;  
A tapestry of green and clean,  
And coastal dreams that still remain.

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