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,
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.
time to go home,
until I see my glorious creek again.