Realisation

• Wendi Ma, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2013

Fresh cool water gently lapping,
The sides of our wooden canoe,
Birds singing and crying their song of joy to the marmalade heavens above,
Fish thrive in the thousands and look like wisps from a silvery cloud,
And creeping crabs crawl from the water arising,
As we glide along the banks of tangerine trees in this isolated lagoon,
All is peaceful and serene,
It's then when we finally realise the perfection, the excellency, and the colour in this world brought to us,
By nature.