The Tide
By Mia C
Published 31 August 2022
This place I love is everyone’s.
Everyone is welcome in this home,
From the tranquil tide that topples down the creek
To all the bugs that leave and roam.
Sunny spring colours shine
Each bleeding into one,
A bright rainbow starts to form
And at the end of the day there is absolutely none.
Rays of sunlight shine
As they stretch out their arm,
Reaching for a place
To be safe from harm.
WHOOSH! Goes the wind
Trees swaying with the breeze,
Leaves dancing to the ground
And my hair flows as I start to freeze.
The trees are watching me
Like an undercover spy,
Eyes watching me from all directions
As the sunset starts to die.