By Albert Zhang, age 17, Georgia
Across the pond
A frog leaps from
The rusty, wooden dock
As the last icicle melts under
The humid breath of spring
And the last maple leaf turns vibrant red
The frog gently slices into
The crystal blue water, head first
The final droplet splashes on the soft brown dirt
And the trees blossom into fiery red
The start of summer
