My Special Tree

She is on another path; she doesn’t care what others think.

I wonder how far I’ll climb.

She smells like fruit and eucalyptus drops.

She sounds like the birds chirping, bees buzzing and branches rustling.

I watch the possums and bilbies go to bed amongst nature.

I wonder what it’s like to sleep amongst the leaves.

I ask my special tree, “Do I need to change? Am I perfect?”

She replies with grace, kindness and wisdom in her words:

“No one is perfect my dear, but you will always be in my eyes."

She is on another path; she doesn’t care what others think.