Slinky Green, slipping past tree to tree,
Stumbles sluggishly over nature’s waste, it’s mutter’s gurgling.
Rocks and boulders block Slinky Green,
A fickle trickle is all they give.
Spewing through from languish to a gallop,
Slinky Green’s splashing crashes ramble through nature’s waste,
Barely leaving pebbles or stones in its wake.
Slinky Green fades to white, widening into the wet, wide world.
Its bubbly bubbles turn idle, and splattering smashes return to gurgling mutters,
Free from all things fickle.