My home. My bush
By Willow H
My bush is never silent!
The crisp breeze rushes through the leaves tickling my ears.
The morning dew drips down onto my skin.
The sun starts seeping through the leaves sending a warm sensation throughout my body.
A kookaburra laughs.
It echoes through the valley.
I stop in my tracks.
A breathtaking sight, the bright sun high in the sky glistening off the river below.
The warm wind blows through my hair.
A screech fills the air a black cockatoo.
Flies through the sky.
Leaves flutter down from above.
I look up, sun blinding my eyes.
A koala sitting up there chomping on the green leaves of a towering gum tree.
An echidna scrabbles on the floor
through the thick undergrowth.
My home is NEVER silent!