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 current’s 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