My world

As I walk through the never-ending pasture of green,

I hear the birds chirping,

I see a patch of blue just poking out from the top of a tree's head,

I feel the rough bark of a eucalyptus tree,

I taste the salty raindrops,

This is how I come alive.

The next day,

I hear nothing.

I see only a glimmer of yesterday's trees,

I feel heart-broken,

I taste the dust in the air,

Without a forest I am nothing...