Spring Sink

How long shall this be that fresh spring flows to sand and green fields die of thirst shallow and deep waters alike have lost their way for by naturs' design life received is life given but the sand of the deserts know no giving all they do is take take and take and even when they give at some spots it is for nothing but to take again. How long shall this be that the head waters blind their view and even as the water channels remain clear greed for power, money and fame makes their blind fold black. How long shall this be that young springs don't see the fall and even those that evaporate along the flow end up wondering in the hot desert skies. Flow aright oh head waters of our flow flow aright through the pathways of dignity and do your best not to give it up for sink as you sure recognize the value of your carrying content for by natures' design life received is life given. Oh wondering dews in the hot desert skies come home to fertile lands through fields of fresh forest flowers should flow and make our tomorrow from today a better one for by natures design life received is life given.