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.
Copyright © Frederick Mungo | Year Posted 2013
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