The Creek
By Emily T
Published 18 August 2023
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