Karra

Swoosh! The leaves sing.

“Hello Karra,’’ I say.

Karra means tree.

I climb to my special place.

I hear the majestic kookaburras sing.

I start to relax.

I see kangaroos jump gracefully far away.

I feel the rough bark.

I close my eyes.

Then I open them.

Nightfall appears,

Time to leave.

“Goodbye, Karra,’’ I say.

Walking away slowly.

The sun fully awakens.

Time to see my Karra again.

“Morning, Karra,’’ I say.

Karra means tree.

Karra is my special place.

Karra means tree.