Unexpected

Liesel, 11th- Singapore
​The water; calm
Its surface smooth like one’s palm

Its depths are crystal clear
Its current; silent to the ear 

Nearby, a boy stands on the dock
In his hand, a jagged rock

Like many others have done, he tosses it in
Oblivious as to what lies within

The stone whips through the air
The boy laughs, unaware

As the rock pierces the glass skin,
The water’s patience wears thin

Annoyed, the surface begins to ripple
Like how an angry cat’s fur begins to bristle

The water is met with a gentle breeze
The wind’s attempt to put his friend at ease  

But suddenly, another flying stone
The boy wasn't satisfied with the first one thrown

It penetrates the surface and begins to sink
But this time the water has been pushed over the brink

Now, it ignores the wise words of the wind
The water will go against what his friend had  forbid

The gentle ripples turn to violent waves
It is time for the water to do what he had longingly craved 

A whip of water erupts into the air
The boy stands frozen, his face etched with dispair 

The calm lake now thrashes like a violent sea
He cackles wildly, "I am finally free!" 

An arm of water grabs the boy
Holding him in the air like a toy 

The water tells him, “Its only fair”
And then the boy is flung into the air