Emotion

Precarious vines from the tumble tree dangle Grasped by children on nerves ends Swung over dangerously high raging river Tiny ones release their grip one after another Spin and flip in spine tingly fever speed Pass sharp jagged rocks along the cliff wall drop Water down below waits for them to splash To gobble them up in the white and gray turbulence Drag them under and down stream to wonder Where the hell does this thing go to The yellow finch yawns and thinks This is too much drama for this hour It is too early to chirp and sing Little boys and girls should learn how to swim Before they take up the tumble tree swing And wake up little birds trying to sleep till spring