The Ovens River

I can hear the light tinkle of the flowing, fawn-coloured windy river, 

It’s like a slithery snake.

The heavenly eye-catching thulian flowers dancing in the wind right in front of me, 

Perching on the glorious shamrock-coloured grass. 

A waterfall in the far distance gushing down.

The grass still damp from the rain the night before, 

The birds in the trees chirp, chirp, chirp.

I really wish I could see

Just how far the river could be.

With the sun kissing my face, 

I never ever want to leave this place.

I look to the left and see

A wealthy wattle looking at me.

I look up and see

Wonderful trees staring at me.

The birds flying quickly, 

To get home in a rush

It’s getting late,

I’m going to have to leave, 

I feel one last breeze.