Never thought it'd be this way,
The stream run dry to reddened dirt,
I only wished I'd have watched the day
When there was still something left to say.
The water, cool, would frolic by,
Skip-stepping around rocks and logs,
As bugs and leaves and twigs would lie
On a turquoise mirror of reflected sky.
And I would float as my back allowed
Along the current's lackadaisical path,
My eyes jumping from cloud to cloud
Amongst a sky so light and proud.
But the happy pace sadly quickened,
The sky above moved too fast.
My contented heart quickly sickened,
For any traction had simply slickened.
Over the fall I slowly tumbled,
Into a pool of shallow water.
My comforted peace suddenly crumbled,
In the froth into which I was fumbled.
This water was muddy and I nearly drowned,
In the murky marsh in which I lay.
No escape could be found
While the water sunk into the ground.
And here I lie trapped in clay,
On my side half buried in sorrow.
My memory often runs astray
To a nostalgic yesterday.
water doesn't frolic.
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