The bush, my home

The emerald glow I see before me
The moss I feel beneath the rock
The kookaburras singing in tree
They love to laugh and mock

For the bees that buzz,
And the place that should forever thrive
The banksia, the wattle
All to be connected in a large hive

The cracking bark on the paper tree
The echidna rolling around gleefully
The bush is my home and now I see
The place to which I cannot flee

My home, my nature is my friend
And as I see the crawling ant
I think of all the chains that bend
To make this ecosystem stay plant