The Waterhole

I walk along the bush track and halt as I hear a soft sound,

Trickle, trickle, trickle,

Curiously I go to check what it was,

I walk around a tree and it reveals the most magnificent waterhole…

My hand brushes the surface of its clear blue waters,

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,

Trees rustling in the breeze,

Hovering over like a watching hawk.

I can’t resist.

Jumping in fully clothed,

SPLASH!

The cold water washes over my face.

I get up and out,

I dry myself off,

As I turn and start to walk away,

All the animals come out.

All the animals crowd around to drink,

They seem to enjoy the water as much as I do.

I walk away smiling to myself,

The waterhole still remains there, to this day.