Our Country

I am surrounded by the trees, they are old elders, wise and thoughtful.

The wind wraps its arms around me, bringing me a sense of belonging.

The land begs to be heard, calling out to humans continuously,

Only the birds respond, the sweet smell of nature lingers around.

Birds are the musicians of the forest, creating music in their own way,

I am as calm as a still river, swallowed whole by the immense beauty of nature.

Trees tower above me, I know that I belong here.

The native plants swaying in the air, I am grateful for our country.