Bushwalking Place

The place where I stand

Cool water and soft sand,

The scent of water fills my nose

Feeling calm and who knows,

I might never let go.

Trees like a ladder up to space

Swaying in the breeze,

Vines hanging down

Pulling me up with my happiness.

Every piece of nature around me

Making a forcefield,

The decision I chose

To never leave.

Cool, crisp air in my nose

Coming out my mouth

Nature's morning breath.

A shorebird flies by

Thinking, “Yet another destructive creature”

“What is this?” I say

 “It's my happy place”