At the River Bank, Il Pleut, Sky the Truth, Environmentally Yours

At the River Bank And quiet flows the river without a ripple or shiver trees stand windless not even a whiff in space no leaf shakes, no sound; fishes are sleeping sweating fishermen around have lost all zeal in the act of rowing their boats stand still; the water shines like a mirror naked boy in it looks at his figure. The world without a name halts at the bank of the river no one knows when it came none knows if it was there.