Australia

As I take in the aroma, 

My eyes attach to the ghostly, skinny, towering trees.

Snaking over my short body like slithering snakes, 

Slinking down and watching my every move. 

Waiting patiently for the right time to strike. 

As I heave, squelch and bury my boots into the thick, brown, doughy mud.

The sandpaper texture of the hollow bark, crackling as I squeeze my hand. 

The smell of the strong eucalyptus, stinging my nose and leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. 

The earthy smell of mud, making me gag, 

As it battles with the sweet scent of summer flowers. 

The rustling leaves, the song of birds, cicadas expressing their wonder. 

This is land. This is a country. This is home.