This is our world

Strolling past slender birch trees

Enveloped by a swarm of honey bees

With pimply bark-bangled trunks

As their branches reach high in the sky.

Crinkle, crackle, crunch below my feet

Layers of fresh crimson carpet the floor

 A blanket of wool embracing me

As if flames of fire lick the leaves.

Beyond the vast snow-capped mountains

Fresh life is thriving, the beauty I see

Near the cascading water fountains

Vines engulf the plants all around me.

My feet sticky and slimy where sand clings on

As the water slaps onto the shore

The air smells like a salty delight

Tickling my nose and stiffening my hair.

And when the light has faded out of sight

The choir of birds all go for a rest in their nest

And the crickets chirp in the wake of night

This is our world, the place we call home.