I dashed past boulders.
Time went as quick as a blink,
Maybe even quicker.
Like a dripping tap,
My water grew bigger and bigger,
Making my sinkhole fuller and fuller,
Never ending.
Then I was out of the mountains,
Flooding through green.
I was still going past boulders
For everyone to see.
Going over, under, round and forward,
But never backward.
I was still very thin,
It was hard to fit in.
Bugs covered my skin
To drink me.
I was getting more worn out,
Meandering for ever.
Seen the stars a million times.
I was an athlete.
Trees covered me like a blanket.
But the blanket left me when it was winter.
I could see all sorts of creatures,
Deer, sheep,cows,
It never ended.
I never got to sleep, the fish never stopped chatting.
Kingfishers sang me to sleep,
Damsel flies tickled my skin.
No more fish…
No more fish?
People urgently stabbed me,
Trying to find the fish.
They pulled out more and more,
Less and less for me,
It never ended.
What on earth is this clear stuff?
It sank into me, It made me feel sick,
It wasn’t funny.
I used to rush past boulders,
But now I am clogged with you rubbish.
It’s not fair!
I haven’t done anything wrong!
Have I?
My life is over.
Listen to what I have to say,
Don’t pollute my other friends
Or you will have a price to pay!
