The Bushwalk

The trees sway in the wind,

Gentle and grand.

They tower above me,

Looking down at the world.

How do you keep growing leaves and flowers after they fall off?

I ask.

I just believe in myself and keep growing, majestic and tall.

That is all.

I keep on wandering around,

Watching the birds dance around in the air.

My hair whips around my face.

The trees sway in the wind, 

Calm and beautiful.