My 11-year-old nephew wrote the poem below. Read and be amazed and then search within yourself for such depth. I dare you.

by Joshua Hollander

Glistening in the sunshine,
Half hidden in the trees,
Toressent’s Pond’s murky, moldy green waters
Still gleamed miraculously and beautifully on that distinguishing never-ending day
The emerald liquid revealed her reflection
She was so somnolent-looking,
With the light satchel consistently drooping to her waist.
Her name was Urea
An ethereal name,
as ethereal as the woman that was emerging from the water.
For the past seven years she had been trying to get out
To see the glorious world around her
And that day just happened to be today.