I started way up high,
Trickling down the mountains like a dripping tap.
I meandered over meadows.
I started where plants were emerald green,
And where mountains were lizards’ backs.
Beautiful birds flew over me’
As I rushed down the mountain.
Relaxing on my bed,
With vivid plants surrounding me.
Kingfishers flew over me
And landed on my side,
With fish tickling my belly.
I’m tranquil underneath the bright blue sky.
Kingfishers are my spies and they ate my ticklers.
My ticklers were like synchronized swimmers.
They ate my reeds.
I can hear a white noise,
I picked up speed.
I screamed as I zoomed down the waterfall,
Filling up my sink as rain comes tumbling down.
Trees were my soldiers standing tall,
Leaning to dip their fingers in my icy cold water.
I shilly-shallied across meadows.
Gradually I started to change,
Losing my freedom.
I travelled through cities.
I’m just a trickle of filth.
I’m full of rubbish and junk.
I’m full of plastic, that’s all I am.
I’ve lost all my friends.
I want to start my life again.
Nothing tickles me.
Nothing swoops into me.
I’m just a pointless bit of water.
Factories and skyscrapers tower over me.
Vomiting their poisons into me.
Children come find me
And help me please!