Australian Bush

The soft, sweet smell of eucalyptus blowing in my face,
the beautiful sounds of birds singing away.
Soft wattle brushing against my hands.
Curiosity fills my mind. Beauty blinds my eyes.
Sunshine sneaks through the thick shiny leaves.
Layers of leaves lie on the soil beneath me.
The beauty of the bush is calling my name.
Soft scurries of lizards on the smooth dirt.
The Australian Bush is my home.