by Harshita Das aged 11

I stare into a lake
Blue and crystal clear
It shines like a diamond
As I lean down further
My reflection grows larger
And I gently touch the lake
And a new image takes place
Ruining the perfection
Of the perfect reflection
It rests on the surface
Gradually expanding
Fading away
As it disappears
It reminds me
Of a life
We start off small
Growing big
Until we fade away
From history
But choose to make a difference
If the difference enhances the image
The tiniest ripple will not waste away
For each represents a stage
In life
It will live on forever
In history
But choose to ruin the reflection
Either be forgotten
Or cease to exist

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