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A gentle breeze across the field

Where the rainbow lorikeets soar

And the kangaroos hop

The unstable ground

Holding each tree like a mother holds her child

Never letting go

The trees barely reaching out far enough

Trying to grab the sun

Dry blades of grass through your toes, bringing back a vivid memory

A memory once forgotten

The eucalyptus trees aroma floats through the air

Leaving no room for any other smell

Wind blows dirt from the dry dusty land

Making it harder to see the bindis

Leaves easily break in your hand

Leaving a minty smell behind

This is peace

This is life

This is home