As I, the Rainfall,
bump
over the slimy rocks on a cool morning,
hearing the birds chirping
searching for worms.
I feel the cold water
rush upon my wooden body.
The sun is rising and the sky, a rainbow.
As I rush down the river I see smoke.
Is it a fire or steam?
I want to know what could it be.
Oh!
It's a factory.
A log factory.
As I approach the log factory I see sharp blades.
They are sharp as a lionՉs teeth.
As I get closer to the sharp blades,
I hear people chattering.
I hope they save me,
they snatched,
I am safe now.
They put me in the water
on my journey again.
The sun is rising.
I can hear the water run in the ocean.
I meet my destiny.