My beach
By Arabelle W
Published 24 August 2015
Blue Human, Crash! Run wildly down the bank, my white hair trailing down my face.
I am as free as a bird high over the world below.
I am a pipe, the wet wandering water flowing through my veins.
I give my friends a piggy back to start them off. The wind motivates me and I run even faster.
My friends are thrown off my shoulders. I must reach my destination. It is my destiny.
I must….. a green piece of weed. So innocent yet so fatal. I trip. The waves crashes on the sunburnt sand.
I crash on the sunburnt sand.