Standing On High Waters

Standing on the high waters 
watching the debris afloat. 
Standing on the high waters, 
Looking for a passing boat. 
Standing on the high waters, 
that is a tool to my treasure. 
Standing on the high waters, 
I gather all without measure. 
Standing on the high  waters, 
Who, Oh who, or what am I?
Standing on the high waters, 
Bright sun beams from on high.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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