My Home

I gaze at the soaring ancient gum trees

 As they dance in the wind

And I ponder my surroundings

A living picture scene.

Trunks the colour of rust

Luminous light shines on me

From the golden rays of the sunset.

The sun turns to a dull yellow 

I enter the forest turning mellow

Amongst the birds chirping in the air 

The melody sets me to stare.

My feet stumble on the bare pebbled layer

I peer to my left and catch a glimpse of

Wildflowers blooming with floral tones.

I sit below the horizon as the pastel blue sky lightens,

This forest is my home

My place to roam

Australia’s open land will always be……

My Home.