Water Drops

• Breanna E, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2016

I am a slow water drop falling from the sky
I drop till I am touching you on your hair tie.
I am very soft and drop from your shed
Sometimes I land on your head.
I drop to calm the sea
I do it so its like turning a golden key.
I drop on the street so now everyone can see me
I love dropping so you can bend down and see my knee.