Climbing the Slope

By Andrew R. Duckworth

You were climbing up the slope,
But you got distracted by flowers,
How bright and plentiful,
Everywhere your eyes moved
Under the big top of blue-
A floral trapeze act.
So, you slid down that slope
When the same one
Who planted flowers
Took a bucket
And let the water trickle
Down smooth rocks-
Made it slippery, kept you fickle.