by Harshita Das aged 11

It sits in the middle
Of a dense forest
Allowing animals
To quench their thirst
Giving lost travellers
A drink
Crystal clear as the sky
Reflections peep in and out
And gently, when the water is touched
A beautiful ripple forms
Growing outwards
Spreading, until it has faded
Out of sight

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