The Forest in Springtime

Sunlight dappled through the trees,

Flowers in different shades of pink,

Golden mushrooms at the foot of pines,

Two thin branches link.

Fairy-wrens chirping,

Leaves quietly rustling,

A lark calls out,

As in the dry, brown soil, little bugs scuttle.

Rough, braided bark,

Smooth, delicate petals,

Feathers as soft as silk,

Land on the soil rich in minerals.

A swirl of nectar reaches my nose,

The perfume of flowers,

The dampness of the soil,

And the smell of the oaks.