Just the trickling heard Of the brook flowing Interrupted by a bird On the water floating Surrounded by catkins Falling and lifted on air By the softest winds As they travel in pairs For both genders present As they travel abound To become resident Landing on the ground Both treks farther By currentβs might As they fall like feathers Orange, purple or white Joined by nature As companions made Seemly so stranger For their fate is laid With the water They go to their fate Like no other Like if on a date