Water

• Alexandra Jedani, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2010

I am the water
Cascading down the cliff,
Knowing that when I hit the bottom,
I'll continue to flow.
The obstacles in my way
Are easy to get around,
Some only not as easy as the last.
And on the cold and harsh nights,
I turn violent and knock down
Anything in my way,
And as it gets colder,
I get harder and soon turn to ice.
But as the surroundings warm so do I,
And I soon become my calm
And Peaceful self.
Dreading the day it all starts again.