A Water Sonnet

Rivers roll, across the lands and their song is heard, by many ears. While oceans roll, upon the sands and cry their crystal tears. The tides will help to cleanse the earth; sand-showers; they are free. Though ocean-lands, may have a wide girth; the tides will find it, yes siree! Water is the source of life; a precious, roaming gift. A lack of water, produces strife and sands, they cannot shift. So pray, the rain, will always come. To water’s music; life must hum.