The Life of a Creek

Up in the mountains the spring gurgles and the creek proceeds.

On the bank you can hear it trickle, at tufts of grass, rock wallabies nibble.

Eucalypts dangle titillating the cool mountain stream, come nightfall the bush and creek are alive, lit with only a stint of moonbeam.

Trout ferret like a hunter ambushing with graceful precision, whilst bush predators stalk using their night-vision.

Yet through all of this the creek flows on!

Down in the valley, a transparent water shows a perfectly tiled river bed,

When the platypus sinks the yabbies have already fled.

Slippery, shiny, swift bass stealthily pursue little bait-fish,

On the riverside set into the bank substantial, secure, eucalypt forts swish. 

Yet through all of this the river flows on. 

By the coast, now a large estuary slowly continues.

Bull sharks bully, belittling bait-fish, the mud holds crabs in holes, they're very squished.

Mangroves stand tall, the branches holding them steady, as thin as rakes,

Water skiers fall splash! Screaming in fear of water snakes.

Yet through all of this the huge marine-life habitat moves forward,

Once a spring, then a creek, and after a river, continuing as an estuary.

Sits still, an ocean now, holding wisdom, thoughts and stories, the journey has ended.