By Annasofia Padua, 15, Florida
The bamboo stood tall around the edges,
As if it was hiding the river,
Because no paradise sits in plain view.
There was a strong tint of blue in the water,
But you could still see if a grain of sand moved below you,
Which made no sense in the best way possible.
I envied the rocks
Because of the way the water flowed,
Caressing them
Like a soothing whisper.
They gave me goose bumps,
The kind that start in your spine
And not in your arms.
The feeling I got as I swam is the thing I remember the most:
Like I was in heaven.
I felt grateful.
It was as refreshing as the compliment from a child.
Being there felt like apologizing,
And it was then that I understood why they name rivers after gods in India.
