Floating Apple.

as i rose from the tree stump where i sat,
i ran to get away
from the villainous whispers,
that from his tent stray.
i pushed  myself through over grown forests
scratched by the trees,
tears forming in my eyes
longing to reach the seas.
i stumbled on through the night,
hearing whispers
until i fell on my face
and fell into a sleep of murmurs.
upon my wake i was surprised to note
that under my body
was soft moss and bracken
and there was a stream along which something was bobbing.
as i rose from the mossy haven where i lay,
i ambled to the stream
where the water bounced and played,
where the water was flying it seemed.
i clambered into the stream,
as it wasn't very deep,
i walked through the hollow,
where the water daintily seeped.
and while it got wider and turned to a river,
i noticed out the corner of my eye
something in this river
that was floating by.
and i pounced upon it
and grabbed it in my hand
but i lost my footing,
so in the water did i land.
as i rose from the mire where i was thrown,
i staggered, shivering, to the bank
to see what i had captured
before my body sank.
and as i heaved my body from the river where i waited
i put my prize down to get up,
upon examining my trophy
i was pleased for i could sup.
as i bit into my apple from a miry river found,
my heart stopped and i screamed
for this bountiful wonder
was not quite what it seemed.