Cliff, by Will, Grade 4

Cliff

I wait for the fridged

winter to pass,

for the dead to walk

and be happy again.

I wait

for everyone’s thoughts

to come plummeting down

my galexy plummeting

my thoughts glowing down.

Then, in a sparkle like a star,

my first drop

comes showering down.

Everything stops but every

thing flows.

Time keeps ticking on.

by Will, grade 4