Amalie@kua

The river's waters flow

And the tide comes and goes,

Small and big amounts of earth’s liquid gold,

Laughter and smiles and stories untold, 

How peaceful it is to glide around unannounced on flat pieces of plastic they call skis. Why plastic gives you a placid feeling inside is unknown.

The brave little squirrel

climbs to the top of a tree

and thinks itself tall

The sun's light reflects off your face like a mirror. Staring up at it hurts your eyes, but you do it anyways.

You see bright light, but

Depending on how you look at it, 

It could be any color.