The sound of running water bubbling over rocks.
Creating small waterfalls where leaves spiral about and overtake one another.
Together, they go on to a long, spiralling drop.
To be forced to the surface and propelled out to the quieter edges.
Where they take advantage of a bit of a rest.
Before being caught and rushed along at speed, battered and bruised, shedding bits to drop to the river bed.
Where tiny fish nudge the debris along in a little game.
Before finally gobbling them up as food, at the end of a fun-filled day.
(C) 2023 Penny Wobbly Storyteller of WobblingPen
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