Moutain Breeze

Leaves long and slender, drape downwards from

a single stalk. Dull green leaves in to inch,

is where everbody calls home. Grey mammals

devouring lanceolate-lush leaves.

Intense and fresh aroma clearing my mind,

resisting the gust of the breeze.

As soft as rain and as delicate as the

blooming of the flowers in a warm September

haze. It crawls unseen through the air,

spreading bliss everywhere.

The pale grey distant toned bark smooth

throughout the shrubs covering the vast

region. The slim branches reaching down

towards the countryside, awaiting to take

a load off as the kookaburras fly off into 

the horizon.

As the cool of the evening settles the

earth, my heart will remain in the blue crystal water

as silence rules the air.