Rachel, Age 12, Phnom Penh, Cambodia
river wanders along,
Careless and peaceful and free,
It slowly caresses the mountains
Then rushes downward towards the trees.
It rushes round in selfless glee,
Turns to a raging torrent.
The nearby grass dances in ecstasy,
As on and on swirls the current
Then the water grows still.
As oceans before a storm
Then I see ahead rocks, ready to kill,
As the water is dashed on merciless points
But the water springs up again,
Regaining its former glee.
And once more it flows with peace,
With joy and ecstasy.