Shaded by great Willow tree's weeping in the stream,
Reflecting all their branches many colors of bright green.
Strong and sturdy Oak tree's help the Willows with their shade,
Keeping cool, that little stream, within the country glade.
Water swirls around the rocks, stopping for a rest,
Onward sparkling as before, filled once more with zest.
It dances with the flowers and hides behind some grass,
Larger stones with velvet moss will let the water pass.
Wild blossoms are so happy to grow beside the stream,
The sunlight peeps through all the leaves which makes the water gleam.
A haven for the animals to stop and have a drink,
Shallow water, always fresh, no fear that they will sink.
Hedgehogs like to scurry through leaves upon the ground,
A deer will often visit but listen for each sound.
Rabbits and grey squirrels maybe we can see,
Running up the Oak tree to his home inside the tree.
A dragon fly, a bumble bee, a busy wasp or two,
The spiders web that looks divine with drops of morning dew.
This peaceful place, called somewhere, not to far away,
Will be a place where you can go and maybe see some day.
