Where is my happy place?
Where the tui rests on the flax,
grabbing seeds
and showing off.
Where the trees sway and dance
in the wind.
Where the sparrows sing their songs,
to an audience of other sparrows and tui.
Where the cicadas chirp along
with the sparrows.
Where the wind ruffles birds feathers and blows leaves
off the trees.
Where the sun glares down
on the grassy, forestry Takaka hill.
Where my brother leaps
off the tramp.
That's my happy place
Love this, Casper, it feels dynamic with all of your references to the movements and sounds of living things.
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