Water

• Nicholas Riethmuller, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2012

Sweet, freshwater.
Gushing over the edge of the towering waterfall.
It falls into a pool of still,
Crystal clear water.
It seeps its way down the stream,
Into harsh, jagged rapids.
Calm water is crushed and torn against the heartless rocks.
The bright blue sky has now turned.
Into pure, unforgiving darkness.
The dreary cave laughs.
Water is swirled downwards with no control.
Once clear water is now filled with grit that has been torn from the walls.
Light is now just in sight, closer, closer, smash!!!
It bursts out into the sunlight.
Over the edge of another waterfall,
Crashes down into a lagoon below.