One Last Drop

• Carla D, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2011

The ocean of fluffy sheepÆs wool Can become an angry grey pool ItsÆ cries hit the earth in terror With the clashing sound of an armour But above the dark and angry clouds And all the people in the crowds Not a sound can be perceived It is peaceful and serene And if you wait long enough With all the clouds and the puff Some lovely creatures of the sky Will come about and fly up high. The low cries of the pounding rain Disturb the peace once again And finally the pouring stops And all thatÆs left is one last drop.