On the Fence

Green frog under my feet
As I step to climb over the fence
I look down just a glance
He looks up at me
As I straddle the rail
Both feet together in the middle
Oh little frog what should I do
On one side are flowers
And the other is bare
My hands hold on to keep from falling
My scarf blows in the wind
I lower my head to pray
Oh lord why me
I am not a chosen one
My heart is not pure
The little green frog is inviting
With a voice so beautiful
I will sit here for a while
Its comfortable and I am afraid

I lean hoping the rails are strong

For if I fall
The little frog might be too weak
To catch me

Robert
2015