REEDS

When the reeds shake Then you feel the breeze The sighing in the wind Then the strong whispers in the air You see the tides grow You know the time is near Nearer than anticipated The storm grows The rains pour As the crouds' swelling fades away Floods are in evitable Then they seem to be dancing From side to side they go Much more than before Then you know some will go I mean when the river Yes, when the river fills up in season of rain Things do happen by the shores It's no mystery at all The reeds must go Though not all As some fall and float Along with the tides they drift @chempoetry