As I feel my foot sink into the enchanted, soft, springy moss of the New Zealand mountain bush, I look around. Giant trees standing proud stare down at me, their mighty branches bearing the stretching, veridian leaves which are cloaking the forest in a thin shawl of shadows and mist protecting me from the humid sun. My thoughts flit around like the fantails weaving in and out of the trees. Slowly, the earthy aroma floods through my nose and into my smiling brain, welcoming the rustling of the bowing leaves overhead, the birds chirping merrily and the mystical call of the babbling brook in the distance.

Hopping along the smooth stones floating on the surface of the hopeful stream, I pause just long enough to see my beaming reflection in the crystal-clear mirror laid in front of me. Lilypads are floating tranquilly along the surface of the lake. I pick up a lily bobbing along the surface of the brook; I can see the curtains of carefully crafted petals curling around the fragile centre; placing the lily back into the stream, I blow it gently away along with all my insecurities.

Leafy boughs weave in an intricate web high above my head, crisscrossing up in the canopy of nature and animals. Chirping, twinkling bird calls are calling to me like a symphony of wildlife. I can even identify some of the calls, there's fantails, tuis even a kakariki, I feel at home.

Bounding along the winding dirt paths that never seem to end, they stretch out like long ribbons running by the rushing stream. Flying alongside the jewel coloured fish, freedom like no other rushing through my veins gives me power and strength, letting me fly high above my worries and thoughts that are plaguing me, freeing me from the chains of reality.