the river flows

The river flows

The naked eyes will watch

The floating debris and all

Discarded down carry away

Along the way

Some will get stucked

Some will get hooked up

Some will be bagged

The nature good angels

They come to clean up the mess

Of the things throwing into the river

Clogged the flow a crying shame

The easy flow

The river welcomes the change

For a while the eyes can see

Until the bad hats come again