It doesn’t have to be

The  leisure center leaves blowing 

across the river. 

Or the forest dancing with the wind

And the river flowing with the wind.

It could be the light 

Of an old book collecting dust 

Or the rane reflecting a rambo.

Be curious as a cloud:

Gust of ran  come over and 

Make a rambo 

Or a book waiting to be red

And a plant growing in the ran 

And making it blosime.