Unnatural Touch Poem by john wake

Leaning, the beaming the light
Springs from the horizon,
The tall trees, talk above in the clouds.
The twits, bursts of info,
Cause foes
And unnatural love;
Of the ram and doe.
The natural drove
Down, while the freaks
This is their peak.

As a child
I was wild
Seeing them swim
I grew a grin
And gazing at the edge
Jumped from the ledge
And as the water blanketed me
And chlorine blue waves broke
I felt myself choke.
Only for her gentle stroke
Broke the waters grip.