Tree native to Western Australia whose wood is used for furniture making

The Tree of Life

Branches stretch toward the sky,
Connecting all, from high to low.
Roots dig deep, a foundation strong,
A symbol of growth, all day long.The ancient ones, the trees above,
Preserve stories, of love and of love.
Their leaves whisper secrets to the wind,
A language all can begin to understand.In the land of the setting sun,
A land of beauty, just begun.
The trees stand tall, a testament to time,
A reminder of life's rhyme.

Native Roots

My roots run deep, in the earth below,
A sense of belonging, as they grow slow.
I am the home, where spirits roam,
A place of comfort, where hearts are made home.I am the land, that gave me birth,
A legacy, of stories of mirth.
I am the one, where family ties are strong,
A sense of pride, where cultures belong.In the heart of the continent, I stand,
A nation's pride, in this land so grand.
I am the land, of its people's heart,
A sense of home, where love never departs.

Western Wisdom

The West is wild, with a free spirit,
A place of adventure, where hearts can merit.
I am the open road, that stretches far,
A call to explore, and to dare.I am the land, of the brave and bold,
A place of challenge, where hearts are bold.
I am the one, where courage is key,
A sense of adventure, where dreams can be.In the land of the setting sun,
A land of wonder, just begun.
I am the West, with its rugged pride,
A place of freedom, where hearts can reside.

Australian Soul

I am the land, of the indigenous heart,
A place of culture, where stories never depart.
I am the one, where traditions run deep,
A sense of belonging, where people can keep.I am the land, of the free and wild,
A place of beauty, where hearts can reside.
I am the one, where resilience is key,
A sense of strength, where hearts can be free.In the land of the kangaroo's stride,
A land of wonder, where dreams can reside.
I am the land, with its unique soul,
A place of magic, where hearts can unfold.

Wooden Wonders

I am the wood, that's strong and true,
A material of beauty, for me and you.
I am the one, where craftsmanship is key,
A sense of pride, where artisans can be free.I am the wood, that's been shaped and molded,
A material of wonder, that's been told.
I am the one, where artistry is key,
A sense of joy, where creativity can be.In the workshop, where hands shape me,
A sense of pride, where makers can be free.
I am the wood, that's been carved and fine,
A material of beauty, that's truly divine.

Furniture Factories

I am the place, where chairs are made,
A factory of comfort, where people can be displayed.
I am the one, where sofas are designed,
A place of warmth, where hearts can be aligned.I am the place, where tables are built,
A factory of service, where people can be caught.
I am the one, where desks are crafted with care,
A sense of pride, where workers can be fair.In the factory, where wood is shaped with care,
A sense of skill, where makers can be aware.
I am the furniture, that's made with love and care,
A material of comfort, that's truly rare.