The Eucalyptus Canopy

  I wake to the gurgle of the trickling creek, 

the chirping of the finches softly gliding off the winding, twisting stems of the wattle that are connected to the Earth, just as everything here is. 

The wattle is underneath the canopy of the green giant’s trunks that snake up from Mother Earth's rich orange dirt that her roots burrow into, streaking away from the glowing flames of the sun.    

From the sky, the pure white cockatoos glide over the vast Eucalyptus forest that is dripping with more shades of green than mankind can name, 

pops of vibrant yellow orbs from the wattle scattered in the forest as if they were sprinkled down from a great height.

 I observe this magical place in a mixture of awe and disbelief for its beauty.

I feel calm, I feel connected to this wonderful Earth, as if drawn to it by a magnet.

I feel safe underneath this Eucalyptus canopy.