Willoughby Falls

The refreshing taste of freedom
Washes through my mind 
The waterfall, saturated with wisdom
Draws my mind obliged 

Obliged to grip the smooth trunk
Of a bendy willow tree
To clamber over undergrowth gunk
For my fingers to touch icy water

Past, present and endless possibilities
Churn within the stream
The tale of two nationalities
Runs deep within the crisp, cold water

The enticing call of the Whipbird
Momentarily drowns out the cockatoos swearing 
Aboriginal girls’ laughing heard
Like the picture in my mind

Water cascading down
Down the moss-stained crag
An oasis hidden from the bustling town
I come here to reflect