Connecting Colonies

The wind

Whistling through the sweet Eucalyptus trees

And the Willie Wagtails singing their delightful melody

All the stress and sorrow flows out of me like a river 

Now all that’s left to hear is my only remedy.

The velvety

And luscious green grass trickles along my sweaty palm, I lean back into the big

Stringy Jarrah tree and read my treasured book.

I lose focus due to the exquisite environment.

As I gaze at my surroundings around me

The first thing I perceive are ants

Straight into the centre

Of the neighbouring sapling, a colony of weaver ants.

I pick one up and admire its bold orange colour.

O' nature is so gorgeous!