A laugh,
A howl,
A call!
The bushland shares Her famous sounds,
Cascading like a waterfall,
Into these soft surrounds.
Reality never seems more free,
Than when you're removed from it all.
You're never ready for what life has in store,
You just have to jump,
And
Enjoy
The
Fall!
Unbound by the city,
Liberated by trees,
At one with the ground,
Finally Freed.
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