Water~Children

The slip-slop

slide and slosh

the nakedness

of water-children,

Slipping school,

slipping uniform,

running classes，

casting aside

weeds of green;

cascading into

carefree clarities.

Always leave

empty handed，

a melody of waters,

by un-tuned fingers

playing

hard stops of rocks:

Where is world's end？

a gurgling grin

innocently asks.