Forest Poem

I feel a melancholy pull bring me home.

As my feet touch the cold ground,

An overwhelming wash of life rushes in,

The grass wraps around my toes,

This is my home when I am with you.

The gum tree sweeps and heaves overhead,

As the parakeets catch the last rays of the sun,

The smell of wattle is sweet and nostalgic at the rims of my nose,

I rub my hands deep into the ground,

As if I am growing roots.

The sound of the waves is almost silent,

This place is impeccable, left for generations,

Perfect and untouched,

I place my hand into the water, and I feel a connection,

I feel a melancholy pull bring me home again.