Waterfall

• Tyla Adderton, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2010

Waterfalls along the rocks.
I hear the dripping noise as it trickles down into the pond.
As birds fly we watch and dream about how we want to fly high.
The waterfall once stopped.
The birds left.
As the clouds rolled in, the rain pelted down.
The waterfall flowed once again.
The birds came back.
Peace returned to the waterfall.

by Tyla Adderton