Frogs fuss
in the pond they
make too much noise
the fish
flip and flop
then go
deep into the water
that is clear and clean
moving its way
through the voice of
the wind
as the birds
fly like kites in the sky
the rain starts
to fall
and raindrops flood
the ground
a fisherman
is coming downstream
with a boat load of fish
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