The New Appreciation
By Cisco B
I glare at the flaring sun who gazes back at me happily.
The orange glow is matted along the gum trees, dancing in the wind.
The trail guides me willingly to my destination.
But no,
These trees were cunning and knew what they were doing.
This was not necessarily a bad thing.
As the black cockatoos greeted the vibrant sky and the manipulative gums
Swayed once more
I had a new appreciation of the world.