All of this is just a river

The sound of water rapidly rushing over rocks is settling,

The breeze, silently pedalling,

Wind's rumours are lost in the trees,

Rustling in a bush, a bird scavenging for food, 

Small ripples made from the arms of water striders, 

A parade of leaves conducted by the wind,

River, a school for fish,

If you went fishing you couldn’t possibly miss,

The silence of it all makes the wind seem louder,

The trees stand tall, probably prouder, 

Rustle rustle, what’s that?

A snake, coming out to bake,

Weak and weightless branches howl at the thought of the wind,

The white wash of a boat going past makes the water clearer,

But still no fish come into view,

Summer sun and blue skies,

You can no longer hear the flies,

All of this is just a river.