DO NOT GO TOO MUCH INTO THE RIVER
Highness was my prairie,
Brightness was your scenery.
I hung at the tip of the branch,
Dancing to and fro with it's crunch.
Dizziness was a jolt,
weaving off from my bolt.
I wet myself in a battle,
Floating in an oasis of struggle.
"Do not go too much into the river", I heard.
A call of fear with a drip of tear-
was all the cry I rustled.
Yet, I swam deep into,
to wrap the fear of tear
to embellish it into a cheer.