Forest shout

The light crunch under my shoe 
And the tall trees towering above  
Like old ancient souls contrasting the sky's bright blue 
The sound of a gentle shove 
Made by a northern wombat looking for tussocky 
The twittering of the squatter pigeon and the brown treecreeper 
The forest so well-known but there is always a discovery 
The squirrel glider a daily sleeper 
I close my eyes as my senses heighten 
The sounds of the eucalypt forest 
As I hear a rustle all my muscles tighten 
I open my eyes to see the tree crest 
Blown side to side by the wind 
I reach my hand out to touch the trunk of the spotted gum 
That’s when I smiled as my mind is filled 
Nothing in the forest is glum 
And all the old stories that have been told 
That we need to learn about 
All so wonderfully bold 
And a reason for us and the forest to scream and shout