You are a softly singing bed
Under, where the tailed breathe
You are also the mother of the eight legged


Sometimes driven by force to be active
Sometimes too you are calm like an earth just fed with rain
Well, it is not your fault, it is nature

Dear River. Water.
I know I am not one of your big family
But will you allow me sit by your bank so that you can whisper?
Because you remind me of something