Alive forest

As I feel soft rain dribbling down my acacia skin

As the chill breeze whispers to me a secret

As I watch my leaves departing for a journey of their own 

As I smell the soaked dirt bonded to my roots

As I watch the sun attempt to break past the clouds one glimmer at a time

As I hear the call of a black butcherbird intimidating its prey

And as everything in life happens so fast

I remember to enjoy every little detail in life

And never take anything for granted