a lagoon
full of lustrous pearls
was about to receive a ship load of logs
to build tree houses
for vistors
who were tired of staying on ground
and then came a storm followed
by heavy downpour
the logs are still lying around,
waiting to be dried
the pearls are all scattered
the promises of pensive reflections of moon rays in the shallow waters
are soothing the fishes
now in station
to spawn the eggs
will you let the eggs hatch
will you let the fish grow
undisturbed
even if there is nothing else to devour,