Uluru

The plants crunch under my feet

Soil slides in my shoes 

Birds are talking and singing to me

The sun glances on my face 

I’m as red as a tomato

The rusty orange fills my eyes

Moss leaves trickle down one by one

Brown brick sticks poke me in the head 

Purple like plum grows 

This is my comfort place

A gust of dirt sweeps in the air

I start to get a slight chill under my chin

Burs get in my feet

With a little laugh

I know I’m home