My Creek

Sitting at the edge,

near the water.

Tall trees, like giants looming over me.

Listening to all of the colourful birds,

flying and tweeting loudly over me.

Climbing up a tree,

feeling like this tree is my home,

comforting me.

Looking down at the creek,

admiring the view.

Clear water running over smooth rocks.

I see a flash of silver scales and big bright eyes.

A fish swimming happily. 

If only I could join it.

Night falls,

time to go home,

until I see my glorious creek again.