We talked about food. And, while most of us were consumed with smoothies, Grandpa’s goodies, candy, and California Pizza Kitchen, Sophia worried about water. And, she put that worry to verse.
By Middle-School Blogger Sophia Bottine
Before the rain,
The dry plants reign,
They long for a taste of water,
The weak ones falter,
It’s a continuous slaughter under the ground,
The roots run around,
Only the strongest survive the drought,
The others burn out,
It all seems like a distant dream,
The sun rays hit like a laser beam,
But during the rain,
The plants strain,
The bloodstains fade,
Some give aid,
Sibling plants annoy each other once more,
No thought of the lifelong war,
But the thought still lingers in their minds,
A constant nightmare…
