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