This is one poem I wrote while in university. It’s a task actually but become my favorite until now. They asked me reminisced my childhood memories and poured it into a poem.
I’ve been growing up in a village, so I always feel close to nature. I love green. I like wet grass in the morning. I love the smell of soil after the rain. I admire the clear blue cloudy sky and the fresh air after the rain. In conclusion, I love rain and the wetness of my village.
So, that is how this poem is written. Beautiful, how it is full of the greenish of nature. Maybe that’s why.
And We’ll Get Wet
Wet morning grass
shining under the sun
waving
and we come
,
Wet rock in the river
refracting under the trees
whistling
and we say hello
,
Running and running
our wet feet
shivering
and we keep running
,
When it comes
our wet skies
smiling
and we’ll be here forever
.
