The Bushwalk

Cockatoos scatter to chirp and sing,

The rustling trees start whispering.

Towards a twisting path with rocks unsteady,

You may slip and slide so make sure you’re ready!

The stairs then descend,

But once you’re at the end,

There is but a small reward.

You’d want to grab some rocks, maybe two or three,

Then throw them at the river where they’ll forever be.

Once over the bridge to the overgrown shrubs,

On the green ferns could be some disgusting grubs!

You would need a break after all this hard work!

There was once, at a resting bench, an interesting perk…

A fairy house, dotted at the trunk of a tree!

Stuffed with gifts, it was a sight to see!

But sadly, it’s broken,

Though in its place has woken

A shimmering and shining flower.