Mysterious place, drawing me. No rhyme nor reason to explain why
This place feels sacred, where that one does not. Eucalyptus trees
Lining the dirt track leading to the door. Scattered leaves strew
The road. Smell of eucalyptus in the air. Heat rises all around,
Still, it's cool in your interior, cool and fresh and alive. I want
To stay and get to know these spaces. I want to wake to the absence
Of sound. Only small rustles of birds at the water's edge.