My Peaceful Place

The crunch of the dirt,

The cry of the bird, 

The paws of the dog,

Guiding me through the fog. 

My fingertips brushing her beautiful coat,

My eyes shining and happy, my mind afloat,

The peace surrounded me, not a single word,

I was five years old, running through the scrub,

Sticks in my hair, my shoes in the mud,

The dried-up river, the canopy above, 

This beautiful forest I’d grown to love.