A poem for Nimbin

In Nimbin, where the autumn sun gently glows, Flowers bloom as the sweet breeze softly blows. The town stirs, with vibrant spirits and grace, Prepping for MardiGrass in this enchanting place.

Here, hearts are open, the vibe serene, A tapestry of souls, beautiful and keen. Each corner alive, with laughter and hues, Nimbin, a haven for dreamers to muse.

Anonymous