I love the real me - the me I was born to be,
when I am surrounded by the forest trees
in the Australian bush lands,
I love the anxiety-free version of me,
when I am unrestricted and unrestrained
emotionally and mentally,
when I can breathe, as my chest freely expands.
I love the sense of freedom,
as my mind floats and dances through the bushes, like a precious, delicate butterfly,
I love the feeling of the earth grabbing
at my ankles, sinking my feet-- planting them deep inwards,
as I gaze through the evergreen canopy
into a perfect blue sky.
I was born
to be in nature's tender embrace,
if only you could see the satisfied look
on my innocent face,
when I am in the heart
of such a peaceful, magical place,
You would see an amazing, wondrous love,
as I let go and become a free little dove,
because the forests fits my soul
just like a second skin glove.
If anybody should be living in the woods,
It should be me!
City life has never cut it for me,
It's not where my soul chose to be,
Or wants to be.
I love being the real me,
that I was born to be!
By Lady R.F ©2017