22 January 2013
Down the river, Sat a young girl. Very pretty, With her light golden curls.
She gazed upon the unknown sky, Chocolate brown eyes, That showed no lies.
She tip toed thorough the river, In her pretty little dress, She shivered from the cold, Tightly against her mother she was pressed.
Come on darling nearly at the other side, Her mother chirped happily, She was beaming with pride.
The little girl squealed with delight, As she stepped on solid ground, With a big smile, She quickly glanced around.
The child asked if she could climb a tree, A huge oak, As that was the biggest she could see.
Climbing to the top she carefully sat, Looking down at her mother, Who fiddled with her plait.
Catch me mummy, Shouted the little girl, She slipped from the edge, As the rest did unfurl.
The mother stumbled quickly panic in her eyes, A scared look she would not catch her daughter, She could hear her helpless cries.
Never in her life did she run so fast, Catching her daughter, She pulled her close, She nearly lost the one she loved the most.
The Little Girl- Tree Climbing • Opuss № I