The waterhole

Listening to the waterfalls crashing on the rocks,

Splashes from the great power hit my body as I lie in the sun,

It’s a beautiful place for peace and fun,

The rocks look lava-stricken, dried over many years,

Occasionally I hear the trees whisper,

I love the big warm black rocks and breeze and quiet,

I want to curl up in the sun like an echidna,

The rocks feel like hard pillows with the smell of fresh water,

And ledges to climb out of the water,

And that's why I like the waterhole.