The quiet atmosphere around me,

the wind blowing, my mom open as if it were a door open to my soul.

The words flowing as if they were an ocean,

they all wanted to spill onto people, but the waves crash against the coast.

They reach back and forth but to scared to move,

The waves made music and stories as they crashed.

The glowing figures passed as they smiled cheerfully,

they looked towards me, but can they hear the voice?

I crashed back into the ocean,

I then looked back and heard the footsteps into my water.

I crashed back so scared of what life had in its glowing hands,

they reached towards me and grasped the voice.

The voice of sadness, music,happiness a story to tell,

The life made my water glow,

finally my voice was heard into the life of the world.