
The wind hums a story,
Of a teary eyed tail.
That lived in the river ,
But swam back to the lake.
The lake became a pond and the fish gave up its dream,
Of visiting the seas and swimming upstream.
Gill by gill, and fin by fin,
It died in the very place it once had to begin.
Upside down it floated, up and around,
Unaware and inconsequential , waiting to drown.
But dead fish float and go with the flow,
So it went around where the water would go.
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