Water

• Eric Qian, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2006

In the midst of the ocean,
By the swimming sea,
The water swirls and splashes,
Watching over me.

The sand is bright and golden,
Covering the land,
In the shape of a crescent,
Like a holding hand.

The corals are tranquil,
No danger or harm,
Where the little fish swim,
So peaceful and calm.

As I sit by the rock pools,
Where the land and waters meet,
I smell a lovely scent,
Just so soft and sweet.