Song For The River

after the rain the swollen river so much to pamper the ears and sights. the fishes splash, the river rushes, the cold breeze blows against the willows bringing an endearing rustling sound. a breakaway waterlily sits on a slide to a new habitat an empty corked plastic bottle floating down effortless a ballet dancer, a patch of watercresses swarm along bidding each other goodbye with some caught by tree branches. nearby a group of boys in jovial mood try their luck with their hooks, sharing jokes about which will be the lucky hook to get the first fish and who will eat the unlucky fish the wind ruffles their lovely hair