Water Is
A dripping, drizzling, falling drop,
Which hits the ground with a bouncing plop.
A rolling, flowing, surging force,
Which carves the land and runs its course.
A cooling, soothing, refreshing thing,
Which calms the soul and makes it sing.
A soaking, drenching, dousing substance,
Which engulfs the world's continents.
A sustaining, quenching, natural element,
Which fosters life and makes it relevent.
TLH © 2-14-2012
Copyright © Tanya Harrington | Year Posted 2012
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