the pines, the gums

This mighty land, it stretches out, past scraggy ridges, red
With rocks of sage and pine trees as the sun warms overhead
Cicadas sing, this springtime day, by rivers brown and wide
And lemon scent and bark beneath my feet, crack as I stride

A cocky’s screech breaks silence, as it’s shrill cuts through the trees
The air is warm, it fills my heart, becoming a light breeze
It is the river flowing on, that soothes my restless soul
And as I walk amongst the trees, true pleasures here I’ll hold