Our Creek

I arrive at the creek early in the morning,

The birds sing a wake-up song,

I feel welcomed and safe.

The grass gently sways in the morning breeze.

The minty smell refreshes me, comforts me.

I look around and see, my old friend, the gum tree.

Its branches are twisted and its leaves flow, I climb it.

The tree is home to possums, birds and bats.

I look around the creek, my eyes stop on the water,

A faint glimmering in the murky water.

Its slimy skin is dark and brown,

A tadpole swims past!

I feel tingly inside.

The wombats emerge from their burrows.

The koalas rest on the old gums.

The kangaroos emerge from the spiky bushes.

Later that day, the sun sets, a peaceful feeling in me,

I hear a car horn, time to go!

Until I see my beautiful creek again.