Adolescence

She waited,

Like a winter flower on water.

The white and orange fish swimming, 

Wishing their tails,

Frolicking,

And licking the sky. 

But no-one came for her, 

And her dreams changed. 

Reviews

[god is not great, I am]

Very, very nice.
"she waited, like a winter flower"
beautiful wording.
"no-one came for her, and her dreams changed"
Great closing.
You've got talent.