The Streams Are My Veins

Shall I compare you, O streams, with my very veins? Let me do it; let me see who loses who gains; My veins fill up my body; full of flesh-and-blood; Your presence fills each thud, spud, flood and little bud...! Pulmonary, umbilical, muscular, Ha! Hearing all these, I, a simple man, stand in awe; I know you quench my thirst and refresh me until, Unquenchable thirst is evoked toward God still...! One-way valve, they say; duckbill valve; venae cavae; Your works, O streams, I just can't leave, believe; perceive; You serve as takers of blood from organ to heart, Your functioning could be compared to a fine-art...! Oxygen to tissues, is like sun to flower, Streams, midst sun and shower, like clouds, each reach hover; Veins in me keep me endlessly till end alive, Streams assist mother earth to eternally survive...! 13 August 2022