the perfect river? a sonnet
the perfect water clean and flowing nice
i watch the fishes leap thru the water
a one big group as more fish seem to come
a black wasp flies around, i back away
the sunlight reflects off of the wasp body
it showed off a beautiful blue color
the wind blew the grass and called out my name
“look at the perfection of the water”
“the joyful group of fish welcomes you here”
“the beautiful blue wasp wants to know you”
a bug jumps out it scares me and i jump
like it was pushing me to the water
it was like the wind was singing to me
“you strive for perfection that you can’t reach
you think this is as perfect as can be
come into the water as if you’re one
then you will get what you always wanted”
i almost fell in until i yelled no
people will miss me and i know they care
it felt as if my eyes truly opened
the water was dirty and it looked green
the current was rough and splashed water out
the fishes fought for their life scared of stuff
the wasp wants food and is ready to sting
the clean water, blue wasp, and happy fish
all a disguise it was covered by lies
i realized i’m happy where i am
i don’t want to be by the river again
