Richard Bachman (aka Stephen King), The Long Walk, 1979.
When the sun peers into the sea
It doesn’t see itself at first
But when the reflection is clear
The sun is riding on the waves.
(So I wrote that in 5th grade and I’m still kinda proud of it even though reflections need light or whatever and scientifically it doesn’t make any sense BUT there’s this weird place where writing takes you where things don’t have to make sense to make you feel good.)