Hiking is an activity that engages our senses.
And often, all at once.
And often, all at once.
The karri trees grow to magnificent heights-
ninety
meters straight up to where the sunlight is bright
Their
branches sway gently as the wind blows through-
leaves
rustling a rhythm against azure blue
The
thin canopy offered the coolness of shade
whispering
and dancing its serenade
Trunks
tall and smooth in a pale shade of grey
formed walls in the forest we walked through that day
We saw
leaves
dry and brown on the reddish dirt track
logs
blackened and fallen riddled with cracks
tiny
bursts of bright purple as Hovea
plants bloomed
and
hollowed out trunks creating dark cubby rooms
We
heard
crunching
and crackling as feet trod on the trail
parrots
squawking and laughing – a musical gale
honey
bees humming and buzzing about
wallabies
spotted causing muffled thrilled shouts
We
smelt
fresh
eucalypt scents – piney, minty and honey
the
dampness of earth kicked up by feet running
the
sweetness of pollen as wildflowers flourish
kangaroo
dung on the ground which it nourishes
We
felt
small
furry leaves
little
rough stones
plants
covered in prickles
and
cool breezes blow
Reaching
the end, light flooding right in
we
felt lucky to know of the beauty within.
