A Poetry Compilation
Written across stark white,
Flowing strings scramble.
Filled with numbers
And shapes, they
Flowing grasses sway gently in the wind
The sweet smell of lavender lingers in the air
Birds fly, high above me
The little insects scurry across the ground
My hair blows in the wind
I am at peace, one with nature
The cool water rushes past as I arch my arm into the air.
Taking gasping breaths,
I hurtle across the pool.
I shut my mouth and puff my cheeks
To perform an underwater somersault.
I race back and touch the wall,
Ready for another race.