Land around me?

I walk into the land, the land I should be in.

I look up and see relaxed trees blowing around me, trees going towards me as I smell cool air, sun, wind, trees, come, come towards me Orange sun, orange sun far, far away from me.

Mat, mat winding through breeze come say hello to me, I can feel the sun on the side of my face, it feels so smooth.

Quiet, calm, hear the trees blowing in the air.

You can hear the birds chirping around me, my land, my people, my home.