The river by the tree

That evening when the sun was falling down,

the tide was rising,

and the moon was coming up.

The tree stood, covered with thick fluffy leaves,

cocooned like a blanket.

The sun was nearly gone, and the moon was coming up.

The river was swishing, saying its goodbyes to the sun.

When the sun was gone, the moon was up.

The tree started to swish and swing,

and the leaves were falling off.

But in no time the sun was rising,

the moon was falling, and the tide was going down,

the river was swishing,

saying goodbye to the moon.