My Place

You can smell a rose with perfume in the warm sunset sky,
Lorikeets quickly swooping by to get lillies for their home.
Watching them while sitting on a timber branch owned by a tree,
Tasting the air that gives me the sugar of a lollipop.
Chirping and tweeting waiting for me to join them in the distance,
Knowing that I will be happy to meet them in a second.