The Fishing Trip

Sitting under a generous eucalyptus tree It's vibrant feet buried under dark gray moist Ground. Its pendulum branches bending toward the bubbly melodious canal; allowing the thin silvery finger-like leaves to caress the meandering Blue-green water. In its canopy, groups of cicadas and crickets croon Their music like chants from falsetto Himalayan Monks. A scaly lizard with cowboy legs and Protruding eyes stares annoyingly. I inhale the scent of the morning's breath and Observe a large blue dragonfly eating mosquitoes For its breakfast. Looking at the bank of the Canal. I see a yellow and black wasp, its line-like Middle bobbing up and down as if dancing to Nature's rhythm. Above, the egg yolk colored weeds, a group of gnats are showing off their acrobatic flying skills By gliding in perfect formation. In the distance, Clouds of dust like morning mist trail a tractor while A group of field workers, hoes on their shoulders, March like soldiers to a military band. Looking up, I see the sky taking off its fluffy Snow-white strapless dress revealing its blue Magnificent body to those fortunate enough to Notice. Standing in reverence, my eyes bathing In salty liquid I no longer want to fish.