The Artist Who Fell

Once there was an artist who went out everyday,

To the cliffs she would go to paint the sea spray,

The waves in curls and folds of blue

Water rushing in a darkened hue,

Then one day the artist fell

From the heights of the cliff

Into the sea swell

But the waves gently cradled

The artist so close

“How can we kill the one that loved us the most?”

But then to ocean’s great surprise,

Tears began to fill the painter’s eyes.

“I’m sorry to tell you, I did not fall.”

Then said with words that did break,

“I’m sorry, I jumped, it wasn’t a mistake.”