Written by: Erin Nash

I hear the distant tree bell
swaying the sound of the leaves...
I hear the rusking of beach shells
whilst the sand wears the waves on its sleeve.

I felt the wind whisking through my hair
trickling through to my arms..
I felt the blossoms falling on my head
feeling the petals soft charm.

I smelt the seasons rain
drizzlng to the ground
I smelt the jasmines blossoming
whilst the scent lingers round and round.

I tasted the humidity
hot and dry
then i tasted the nights chill
cold and rye.