The Wattle Tree

I walk through the brown dry dirt
Look up at the gold
A tree full of gold fur dangles over my head

Reach out and feel
Feel the soft gold run through my fingers
Wattle touches my back

Feel surrounded in a room of fur
Gold, soft, furry wattle

I breathe in through my nose
Smell the air surrounding me
Honey
Sweet floral
A hint of wood
The rich smell fills up my nose
Breathe out

Take a moment 
I close my eyes 
I like it here 
I feel safe here
I could stay here forever