The Voice of Water Drip! It breaks the silence like a little bell. From the sky into the dark

1. But the restless river longs to be set free in an azure heaven, in the open sea. In every puddle, in every creek, in mountain lakes beneath the stars, in winter snow and summer mist, in waterfalls that fall for miles… In hazy fogs nad blue lagoons, in every song of every shell, in icicles and in the clouds, in every long-forgotten well… In everyone and everything, in him, in her, in you and me, the everlasting voice is calling: „I'm the path to being free!“ Drip! It echoes on like a little bell. Yet another tiny raindrop into the darkness fell. Ana Lulić,3b The Voice of Water Drip! It breaks the silence like a little bell. From the sky into the dark a tiny raindrop fell. Listen! Do you hear it? A voice that's faint, yet clear. It calls us from the forest leaves, Hanging like a tear. It's dripping in the darkest caves, mumbling 'neath the very ground. It's gurgling in the quiet ponds, where drop by drop is bound. 'Til somewhere, unexpected, it springs from the ground. A lively stream is born, splashing all around. The stream keeps growing, the leaves quiver. Now hear the rustling sound of a mighty river.

2. Water's what we can't without Lovely music for our ears That will, if it disappears, Cause a nightmare: awful drought Which will make all creatures die That is why we all must save it, Not make waters desiccated; Not make our own children cry Don't pollute it, don't destroy, Don't waste it or throw around! It's making us safe and sound, It's our bodies' biggest joy So remember, if you will: Water isn't here to kill! It's just serving us with love: It's our gift from high above. Klara Kolar, 2a The Cure When you see a thirsty man, Or a droughty, lifeless place, Or a runner after race, Or a big, old, rusty can That serves as a dead plant's house, Or anything sour and dry – Doesn't it just make you cry? And after you see those scenes Do you try and ask yourself What can YOU do there to help. If you do, you surely see What solution there might be; What could be the one best cure: Glass of water – that's for sure! 'Cause water's what makes you live, Makes you healthy, makes you well, Makes your every single cell Give you all things it must give

3. Human hands desecrated me with their sins. Look at me. But still I'm not bad. You saw me, that beauty can't sin. I am joy and sorrow, I will be here and tomorrow, till thevery end. I give you hope and life. You think that you can own me, that you can contol me. Well… Who do you think you are? You depend on me, don't forget it. I am everything. Lea Bobovčan, 1a Who am I? I've been here for a long, long time. I see and feel everything. I've been here since ancient times. I saw the beginning of the human race. I am life and death, you chose your path. There was a war but that wasn't my fight. Once upon a time I was good and pure. Now, I'm not so sure. I am ruthless, I give and take. I am not turning back.