The river

The perfect plants stand pretty, prancing in the wind,

The water moves wistfully with the current.

I can hear cicadas chirping to each other, like mums talking to each other in a supermarket, nonstop.

There are slight patches of electric green grass.

All taken up by families,

With their packed lunches and portable barbecues 

Parents slathering sunscreen on their kids,

“Splash!” Goes another kid jumping in the water

The kids giggling with each other in their bathing suits,

People kayaking up and down the river

And the poor, yummy fish being caught for lunch.

At the river, everybody feels relaxed and happy

The sun begins to set,

And the moon comes up to patrol the night.

All of the families go home

Everything starts to go calm

Now it’s all my river

As still as a rock

Reflecting the twinkling stars

As I sit and watch the river go to sleep