Magic Myburgh's Ravine

Today was a warm morning. I went up the footpath above the Phakalane centre again.
This time I turned right to Myburgh's Ravine. The river bed is already dry, summer is close.

The higher I go the more the magic increases. Tree monsters guarding the ravine. 

Water dripping down a cliff. 

An animal skin pattern is formed on a pool.
I have to climb up next to the waterfall. My fear of height lets my knees tremble.

A tree holds on to the cliff already for a hundred years.

A giant stone toad keeps watch. I sit down and listen. 
No man made sounds only strange sounds of nature.

I realise, I should not climb up here alone and turn around going down slow and careful.