Briana disappearing

Sweat is dripping down her shoulder;
In each moment, she gets bolder.
Suddenly her tiny feet,
Slap against the ground to meet...
the air, in a wide and open bound.
Her body soars without a sound,
Until a mighty crash of wave:
A splashing call to not behave,
Welcomes her with all its cold
Drops of transcendental gold.

Her face searches for the surface,
Then she’s bursting out with purpose.
In the air, she gasps like bellows,
Hearing insects: flutes and cellos.
Sweat is dripping down her shoulder;
With each moment, she gets older.