The creeklands

Walking along the meandering, glistening creek with you snug against my chest, close to my heart, beating gently the afternoon away –

Together, you and I walking

As the water sounds, the graceful fall of the tiniest droplet in the distance.

A silent symphony of evergreen leaves, curled twigs and sweet blossom rustle ever so still beneath us as noisy school children run past, quick like a gust of wind, leaving only footprints in the brown dirt that is our humble track.

And the sun, oh how she gleams radiance making the wattle sparkle golden amber from her touch – perhaps, like happiness captured and bottled.

And a badelynge of ducks waddle across our path, oblivious to our presence they go about their afternoon undisturbed, walking together, too.

All the while a volary of rainbow lorikeets, rosellas and bellbirds bellow over our heads.

We listen to their enchanting birdsong and watch them, as they guide us all the way home, until the last bird flies away, taking the afternoon with him.