The Bush

Branches falling

Chirping birds “rawk rawk.”

Red dirt amongst the gum trees.

The dirt and the rain mix together;

The best smell.

Smells of campfire.

I feel the breeze on my neck.

I see the pari run.

Pari means creek.

Leaves rustling.

Kookaburras singing.

The sunset colours orange, yellow and red.

Breezy trees.

Wind howling.

Night falls, I see the sparkling stars.

I imagine pictures in the stars.

Owls hooting.

The smell of bush honey.

It’s time to go now.

I wish I could always be here.