In the bush

The river whooshes past me flowing in its current

As the leaves dance in the breeze 

The grass is glistening in the sunlight

After the cold winter's night

All around me the wind is trying to fight

And the trees block out the sun's bright light.

The creek trickles down its path as 

The kookaburras laugh their sweet song throughout the land

I twist and turn my feet in the sand.

I take a look at the golden wattle as          

I take a drink out of my water bottle as 

The water trickles down my throat 

The frogs gloat about their beauty.

I look up at the blue sky between the gum trees

And then I look to my right and the colours are bright 

Then I look to my left and the trees share the secrets they've kept.