The Water of Life

Way up in the mountains high a quiet lake may sit,
silent though it may be there is a little bit
of it that can move and change and work its way out
from the mountains holding it not granting “drift about”.
But then one day it finds a way and shuffles down the rocks
it pours o’er pebbles and slides ‘round boulders passing all its blocks.
Eventually it finds its goal a lonely quiet field,
there the water feeds the grass and there the two are sealed.
For without the water sweet the grass would never grow,
would never hope to touch the sky, the future it’d never know.
Although there is the mortal fear the lake could run a’dry,
nature has this problem spotted well by its sharp eye.
For the water that’s feed the grass will, not after long,
be lifted up into the sky a weightless apperition,
and there it will join the clouds and float into the sky
to drift untill it rests above the lake that sits so high.
Floating high it shall pour down all that lost and more
and to the lake, that gave so much, replenishing its store.
Thus the water may again start its mountainous slide
but as it goes it digs and digs into the mountainous hide.
As it burrows through the rock, a river wide and deep,
a path that grows along with time allowing more to seep.
By the water of the lake that travelled for so long
is how the lifed grass may grow and live to be so strong,
and how the grass can give it back, the water that was drank,
for it is thus that nature works and why we give our thank.

The Water of Life


Joined January 2008

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The life that water gives.

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