A soft delicate silver ribbon winding its way through the bush

A humble creek concealing secrets of old

Secrets safe in the tranquillity of the creek

Secrets expected of a creek so meek

 

Upon the surface, sunlight dances

A golden sparkling trance

Reflecting trees as vibrant as ever

A true artwork of nature

 

The heart of the forest 

The soul of the bush

Its rippling voice a new song

Mossy banks enclosing its edges

 

Whispering secrets to the stones

Carrying age-old stories

Running from west to east

A tale murmured to generations 

 

Constantly flowing through every bend

Seasons come and go

Yet the creek stays

Stays a sanctuary for all who seek