after the rain the swollen river
so much to pamper the ears and sights.
the fishes splash, the river rushes,
the cold breeze blows against
the willows bringing
an endearing rustling sound.
a breakaway waterlily
sits on a slide to a new habitat
an empty corked plastic bottle floating down
effortless a ballet dancer,
a patch of watercresses swarm along
bidding each other goodbye with
some caught by tree branches.
nearby a group of boys in jovial mood
try their luck with their hooks,
sharing jokes about
which will be the lucky hook
to get the first fish
and who will eat the unlucky fish
the wind ruffles their lovely hair
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