WHEN the tall bamboos are clicking to the restless little breeze,
And bats begin their jerky skimming flight,
And the creamy scented blossoms of the dark pittosporum trees,
Grow sweeter with the coming of the night.
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.It is unbelievable how much love for nature she can pour into each and every line of this poem- and I the reader can sit here and smell the fragrance, hear the sounds of sea, and see sights I will never see in reality