Falling on Fountain

I'm falling on fountain; blue...
"Hence I do not wish to fade," I said...
Cascading down a falling colour; too...
"Oblivious was I now," I exclaimed with shade...
I shook in trepidation; water's calming lovely...
Touching lightly droplet; viridescent hue,
"I cannot seem to remember, so..."; desperately...
Unnerving, endless slide in chasm, crying due?
On an Autumn's Monday; all to die...
"Why and how so, stop?", querying heaven's soul;
Water's depth drag me under; a simple lie...
Demands all green to go?
Blue is here, never fading an eternity,
"I want my fountain a falling again,"...Why?
Water; is my core of his infirmity...