A Poem

Flowers bloom beside the waterfall 🌼

Is it too soon to pick them?🌼

It seems a shame to lift them from their home 🌼

Beside the splashing waterfall🌸

I dare not wander any nearer 🌸

I may slip and fall down down the muddy bank🌸

But oh I want a flower 🌸 from beside the waterfall

Oh look a wobbly plank if I walk on that

🌼And reach across with arms outstretched🌸

Then maybe just maybe I could reach the flowers🌸

The plank is bending and creaking damp wood🌼

I reach as high as I could but ……🌼

It’s to high plank split I fell and hit my head 🌼

I can guess the rest you said 🌸

They found me at the bottom of the lake🌼

In my hand a clutch of grass and a 🌺

I sit now all my days through a foggy haze 🌸

Next to my waterfall and my flowers 🌸 🌸🌸🌸🌼🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸