I started off with a bit of rain.
I tumbled down a mountain
With the reflection of dancing trees.
Calm birds chirping communicating with each other.
Wind twisting around trees maneuvering past me.
My current weaving through me tickling me.
My skin is smooth and see through.
The water is my skin.
Treat me with respect please.
As the sun falls down and the moon lifts up
I lay beneath the burning stars.
I hear doors open and shut like never before,
Beeping like an emergency.
And guess what?
I can see builders with boxes
Breaking things into me.
I was absorbing into a sewer,
Clogged with junk .
I could not deal with it.
My life is disappearing.
I close my eyes for them to never open again.
By Reuben of Andover C of E school