by Stephanie Wilks, from Scotch Oakburn College
Beautiful flowing waterways,
Where there often is no drought.
It’s peaceful, calm and quiet,
Until the creatures come running out.
Pelicans, swans, crocodiles,
You will find them high and low.
Some creatures even live there,
That we don’t really know.
The water rises up,
When all the rain pelts down.
Lots of puddles form,
Taking over sacred ground.
Flora and fauna bloom and thrive,
Meandering all around.
Reaching for the canopies of trees,
Of which to mud their roots are bound.