The Farm Water Tank

With a drippy drip drip steady into the tank, The tank slowly fills like a pond, The tank with red rusted rippling sides, Wants to fill to the top and beyond, And it steadily drips throughout the whole night, It drips right into the day, Forming a sea with beautiful waves, The tank stores it safely away, And the water is gold when the drip finally stops, The sun bakes everything dry, Leaving the old rusted tank full of clear water, The water that fell from the sky, To be used in the house every day of the year, To cook, clean and wash, and to drink, The tank’s the most important thing to be on the farm, Well that’s what I honestly think.