Lush Green

As I walk through the lush green bushland,

a kookaburra calling for a mate sits in

a branching eucalyptus tree which catches my eye. 

I walk up to the tree, and I see its soul, its heart. 

The tree talks to me as if by magic. The shelter

from the tree shades me from the setting sun.

I feel the tree, and I feel it swaying in the breeze. 

The smell of green leaves clouds my mind.

I rest my hand on the rough bark of the tree. 

The tree embraces me and makes me feel warm. 

The rough bark rubs against the back of my neck.

Now I know where I belong.