Little Stream Without a Name

A day that’s spent in the forest is a day that’s heaven-sent, with the air so crisp and clean with ample shade, where Mother Nature’s in control with the forest as it’s meant, and the struggle’s all around me in the glade. I am down in a valley, preparing for a day with fishing gear, below a trestle bridge that spans across the vale, and before walking to the river, I gaze around me here, while I enjoy a morning coffee near a trail. This hidden trail amongst the ferns has got to lead somewhere, ‘though I imagined it’s a place without acclaim, but being curious by nature, I followed it down there, and found a lovely little stream without a name. When I gazed up and down the stream, in my first train of thought, was with the gentle rippling of the constant flow, and wondered if the overhang might hide a fish I may have sought, but without an hours fishing here, how will I know. The shelter logs and sandy bottom, and with shadowed canopy, camouflage crayfish and minnows - not fishing game, for they’d barely take a hook, and swim quite safely actually, here in this lovely little stream without a name. Would the Agile Antechinus, or the Spotted Quoll drink water here? and does the little stream distribute wattle seed? If I stroll beneath tree ferns, I could find a wallow from a deer, and I’m sure the Rainbow Trout come here to breed. I wonder if some gold miners, have sifted gravel, rock and sand, in their pursuit to find a fortune in this stream, but there’s no indication a disturbance, occurred upon the land, perhaps that time could be a healer, it would seem. And with blackberry and sword grass to defend the forest life, where a lyrebird dances and a whipbird makes a crack, water ripples through rain forest where, blood sucking leeches can be rife, and where mosquitoes might go all out on attack. And so beneath the trestle bridge and in the forest up beyond, this flow of water twists and turns not seeking fame, and the flora, fauna and the water have induced a special bond, so I believe this little stream deserves a name.