My Poem

I see​,
a big dry Boab tree surrounded with a lot of dry, dusty dirt. With the sun glaring straight on the rough and pointy bark, as it stands proud to be a part of nature.

I hear,
the magpies chirping on the big thick tree branch with their babies in their nests.

I feel,
the rough and dusty bark attached onto the tree when I stroked the tree with my fingers tips.

I smell,
the fresh air as I walk I admire the big tree with the wind blowing softly through the tree and on me.

I taste,
the crunchy and dusty polluted air as it sways all over the red dusty ground, lifting and rising the dirt to blow to some other place on Earth.

I wonder,
in the future there will be more Boab Trees planted around Australia, or if they might become a place to sleep or camp.