Silent as they've grown in deep water's bed br seeing up above the bottom, down a sledge br their short-sight shoots, its branches zooms br to tame the blue sky as it blooms. br Their delicate roots crawl in softly mud br where tiny fishes gathered as their habitat; br they stand like twigs of those green meadows br a sight-reach pole beneath, in a space windows. br Their bodies when cut, knitly weaved and daubed br will surely serve like a shepherd's swampland hub; br with sticky slime and pitch they merrily glow br Oh yes, they flag in beauty at riverbank's brow.