I saw the water trickle down,
a twig snapped
The water ceased to fall.
The stream was dry now.
I heard a voice
The voice was that of the water.
“ help me ”
Slowly I came to see the light.
Nothing I could do.
As the branch fell behind me,
I cried.
The water flowed again,
My body drifted downstream.
All that I see now is
Crystal water
All there is to hear for me is
trickle trickle
The smell of forest rot fills
my lungs
Who to tell.  The
Water.
 

By:  Heidi Cordsen