Breathe in the gentle breeze,

As the earth surrounds you,

The trees watching over you. As life tells a story,

Birds singing, sun shining,

The clouds painting pictures,

Trees whisper to my ears.

 

A story, the truth, about how it all began.

Bloodshot eyes glooming,

In the distance as animals retreat,

Everything is gone, destroyed,

Heart pounding, mouth speechless,

Until a miracle grew,

Saplings shooting from the ever so sad soil.

 

Nature, life, animals are back. Grown even stronger,

As time ticks longer,

I feel connected to nature, as kookaburras laugh,

And water flows like a feather, the trees watch over me,

As I realise,

Every tree, plant, and animal,

Must be recognised.