Water Is Divine

To turn water into wine,
Treat it like it's Divine,
The finest thing around,
Find a copper ground,
Fine tune it with sound,
It's found in everything alive,
Striving for survival,
Surviving until our arrival,
A rival to the environment,
Hell bent on succeeding,
Needing more and more,
Scorching the forest floor,
To pour concrete in the sore,
Building store after store,
Exploring the inner core,
For a place to store garbage,
Barges dumping trash at sea,
You can't see the damage,
You're trying to manage the bills,
Taking pills to feel better,
Better get your stuff together,
The weather can change in an instant,
Those strange instances,
Were never a coincidence,
Convinced you can't change it,
You re arrange your perspective,
But water is reflective of us,
Trust your intuition,
Ask as if it listens,
Glistening in your glass,
Passing on information,
A Divine integration,
Bringing a sensation,
That tingles down your spine,
Aligned with Divine intention,
Water will make you feel fine,
Like drinking a glass of wine.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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