Place Of Peace

• Jack Taylor, Grade 7, Scotch College
• Poetry
• 2014

Excellence Award in the 'Write As Rain 2014' competition

Towering moss ridden trunks confront me,
lush green leaves, create an impenetrable canopy.
The forest blanketed, with hats from a crazed milliner’s collection.
Creeping vines climb up the trees, reaching for the heavens.
Exotic bedewed plants, lay by my feet.
Vibrant birds blur by fast, labouring ants scurry across the saturated soil.
The viscid mist sticks to my skin, like a child to its mother.
The natural, earthy incense of damp bark floods my nose.
The cacophony of sound fills my ears, the lively chirps of majestic birds,
The soft sound of racing creeks, the light falling of rain.
Light streams through the canopy, illuminating the way.
The sweet taste of the fresh mist calms my mind.
Swirls of colour float through the air, like mystical, magnificent magic.
I lay down on a soft, cushiony bed of leaves,
The forest devoured by tranquillity, as I drift away.
This is a place of peace, a place for me.