Water

• Cayde Woods, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2007

Rivers of beautiful drops, unique in every way, needed for life, fish, swimming through the depths of the sea, waves, drifting toward the shore, sunset, visible behind the waves, like a yellow submarine going down, down to the bottom of the sea, lost treasures and vessels to be found, sharks and whales diving further, further than any human, reaching their boundary, the pitch-black beginning, beginning of the bottom of the sea, where true monsters lurk, monsters of the ocean.