A soothing echo of the land

I see the pale gums swaying in the breeze

Their figures twisted

I smell the rich scent of the earth

I hear the calls of distant cockatoos 

And bird song

I feel the flowers of the wattle

Brush against my skin 

I see the rich crimson of the waratah

I smell the sweet smell of the honeysuckle

I hear the crashing of the waterfall 

I feel the sticky grasp of cobwebs 

Clinging to my skin

The gentle breeze a rustling whisper of hospitality

The colossal gums twisted, pale figures of serenity

Sunlight - a warm comfort

Distant calls of gugara (kookaburra) 

A soothing echo of the land.