Magical World
By Annabelle Gervaise W
Damp bark, wet leaves, a mass of green-ness.
My fingers graze pillowy moss.
A butterfly flutters,
A gentle breeze from her gauzy wings
Against my cheek.
She glides towards a rushing waterfall
The murmuring of the water hushing me
Like a mother singing me to sleep.
A red-browed finch chirps, its long pointed sapphire tail
Twitching to the beat of the waterfall’s gush.
The corner of its beady eye catches a worm,
A pink wriggle in the dirt,
And it plunges- too fast, it’s a blur.
It scoops, spaghetti in its beak, and lands
Softly on lush algae, emerald sprouts on a branch.
Down below, a crocodile floats
Like a raft,
And I drift too
Through the magical world
Of the Daintree.