After Every Storm..

In the calm river, the boat floats with no haste, Quietly along the flow, it sails with no pause, In the gentle river the boat floats with a dream, Hearing the waves of duets from the distant ocean, The flooded river awakened from the good slumber, To shake the boat with violent push to the corner, Capsized in the middle of the luxury of no more tomorrows, Stranded near the log not to know where to go further, The gentle breeze changes into the giant hungry tempest, To gulp the snacks those are neatly arranged in the banquet, The stranded boat is safe enough to save its dream, When normalcy returns, the boat begins its journey again.