By Camille Diehl
Remember when you were a river.
You are bored of being a river, then you see
water drops being sucked up. You close
your eyes, and when you finally open your eyes
you’re not bad, dark, bloody, injured.
You’re white, healthy, happy—
flying because of the wind.
After years, you become a big cloud.
You see angels everywhere,
you see my father sitting there,
watching me write this poem.
Camille Diehl is an emerging poet who wrote this poem in 3rd grade.