CHILDREN – THE BEST
BY DIYA SHAH 11yrs
I am the waterfall.
I see… the mist, swirling, whirling, around
my body. Its like a soft blanket, protecting me from
I see…my clear, blue, sparkling water, rushing
down happily to the pretty pool below.
Splashing with a little ker-plop! I see… all the
little animals rushing down from the mountain
side to get a drink of my clear, cool, bubbling
water. They say my water is the most wonderful
water in the world.
I hear… the wind whistling through trees
and mountains. Wrestling birds from their nests. The
wind howls and shrieks in the cold winter
weather. Nothing can defeat them. Not even me.
When the wind whips, it destroys my perfect
pattern of water, taking me ages to rearrange. I
hear… my own self roaring, singing, talking, to
anyone who comes by.
I myself admit, I am quite the chatterbox!
I hear… the trees singing along in the
rhythm of my waters.
Dancing long, long into the night.
Swaying gracefully, showing off new moves.
I touch… the smooth rock walls of the
mountains, sheltering me from the storm. They
hover over me, bending and curving. I touch…
the velvety skin of the mist, clinging to my
body. It sticks to me, in a good way, like a soft
new layer of snow. I touch… the grey rough
stone keeping me together. A part of me. It has
traveled with me all through these years.
He is like a nice bodyguard protecting me.
I taste… the silky, cold, smooth, mist falling
gently, slowly, majestically into my mouth.
Filling me up.
So sweet. I taste… the love all around me.
Hugging me like I am a soft fluffy blanket.
I taste… the wisdom from the mountains.
Old with age, but still young and beautiful.
Their wisdom surrounds me like a
safe, strong, sturdy wall.
I wonder… when will I be free from this
mountain? Free from these boulders holding me
together I am too scared to find out. Free to go
join that clear pool of water below me. So close,
but yet, so far.
I wonder… when will my time end? I have been
here so long, watching the world go by. When
will I finally wear away? Will I ever? I
wonder… what shall I do next? These droplets
are my life. I am nothing without them. What
would I be like if I ever left them?
I remember… my childhood. Just a little
sprinkle trickling down the mountain. Playing
with the chipmunks and birds. Those were the
I remember… when the sun used to shine.
Making rainbows. Making the water sparkle.
Making happiness. I remember… all my
brothers and sisters. They were the best of
Giggling and laughing we would
play through the day.
Then, finally the dreaded day befell us.
The day all the mountains warned us about.
The day we all came together to
form a big waterfall.
Now it is just me.
I feel… lonely. I am alone. Just me.
Me and the silent hard boulders.
Me and the rocky mountains, lost in thought.
Me and the soft mysterious mist.
Me and the loneliness surrounding me.
I feel… the love. Love.
All around me.
Radiating from everything.
The trees, the animals, the mountains, and much
much more. They are nothing much, but lots to
I feel… the happiness. Everywhere!
ut the land. Nothing else.
I am the waterfall.