When the running brook sang
lilting tunes of magic
the air danced on beats rhythmic…
sprung ,up & down,
forth in the stream,
the golden fish in ecstasy…
she glided,she swimmed
wading through waters
midst the valleys and hills…
around the rocks
ov’r the stones…
on reverberating notes…
whilst in the exhilarating journey
the golden fish of a simple species
lived her life in a true spirit.
soumyav 
Love the spirit of nature woven throughout the poem. It’s lovely♥
Truly Golden. I wanna be the golden fish::)
Beautiful words Soumya….love the personification of these elements…its awesome to think of things we consider inanimate come to life.
Thank you Raunak. And glad you liked the inanimated ones and the tale . Good to see you after long.