Creek

The trickle between the rocks
the croaking in the leaves
birds and life calling 
a canopy of trees.
Leaving only a stripe of sky
allowing a drop of light
to sit winking on the creek.
Glowing on the dark water;
only penetrated by a bright beak
looking for a drink.
The air is fresh and bright
a pleasant aroma 
the scent of moss and soil
partnered with cool running water.
Worms and grubs digging through
soft, cool skin
slick, slippery stones
lined with rich moss
between soft brush
mud underfoot.