Where the Salt Meets Fresh
By Wyatt A
Published 24 September 2022
As the summer sun rises
up with the grey clouds
saltwater hits the rocks.
Trees willow in the powerful wind.
River water hits the salt gently
and I look at the
leaning tree branches.
I look at the
aftermath of the loud raindrops hitting the croc.
Now she drifts
into the murky depths of
where the salt hits fresh.