The Beauty of Water
Water, what a beautiful thing.
It's found beneath the earth,
And around it forms a ring.
It's a marvelous creation.
It's never destroyed,
only transformed into gas.
Destruction is does avoid,
and gives life to dying grass.
It never seems depressed or sad,
Not even when in a muddy puddle.
It is always good and never bad,
Always free flowing and subtle.
It both flies and flows,
Pure with life giving power.
The path to life it always shows,
Either in a cloud or a beautiful flower.
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