My Creek
I watch as the water hits the rocks,
and stick my feet in and soak my socks.
The beuty of the ripples before it fades,
my sister thinks they're made by little mermaids.
Living in the water would be a dream,
in the water seeing the suns bright gleam.
Living in water, with marine life of fish,
Breath under water would be my wish.
I guess it's for a short while,
but it'd be kinda boring living in a nile.
So I prefer land over water,
even if today is a little hotter...
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