H2o

O little creek, if I could only hear you speak again, splashing in your creek. Today there's sounds of water, as you gurgle in your race beneath the bridge. It was surely such a short time that you lived upon the ridge. Summer was so hot and dry, and I missed your chuckle by and by. Born from a peak so high above, you now speed through forest lands, to a lake with anxious love. As you're swallowed up in hunger to mingle with the rest, you've a tale to tell to the fish in a very wet bequest. A mountain now looks down from its lofty high, at a lake recharged with water from the ever blessed sky.