The Forest is My Family

At the start of the day, my life I make my way through the willows and wander around.
As the birds chirp and sing their songs I lay down under the terrace of the wrinkled tree.
As I lie down I am with nature and she is looking after me, as I lie I feel the breeze go through me.
The soft grass is my home. Like the hills of an ant, the nest of birds. As I stare at the sky, I hear the kookaburra cooing and the birds soaring.
The trees are home to animals and their leaves rustle as the mother bird lands in her nest to feed her babies some food.
I hear her, she is near in the leaves. She is hiding and lying down waiting to shed. She slithers next to me and I don't move. I know mother nature is here and she will take care of me, only if I take care of her.
I see the snake and she is hurt, she needs help and wants a new life. I tend to her, I tend to nature as I will respect nature.
She is safe, safe with me, safe in the grass hiding and slithering. As the sun goes down and the treetops rustle, I stand up. Off the grass, away from the snake and the birds, I stand next to the tree.
I am home and I belong here.