The Rivulet
By Equaya M
I can see the children chatting.
I can the river swishing.
I can smell the flowers, minty.
I can taste the bush tucker, lemony.
I can feel the dirt slipping.
I can see the children chatting.
I can the river swishing.
I can smell the flowers, minty.
I can taste the bush tucker, lemony.
I can feel the dirt slipping.