Children of Water

In one cup, the world dwell. Pupil asking Master, refill; Pouring, pouring it is overfilled. Shocked, why Master, you spilled? Keep drinking, young one; his share. Stirring, tea is warmed and fair. Dripping and dripping; through the air. Streaming, flowing, a lock of hair. Disappointment, guilty; Master pours. Pupil not understand, asked for more. He did it, again and again, onto the floor. Overfilled, still streaming; waves upon shore. Pouring, pouring; that was now twenty. Pupil needs to learn; the cup... not empty.