Water Music
Water’s voice is sweet;
Playing soft whispers across the rocks,
sculpting ground,
trickling, lapping staccato;
a splash crescendo
a symphony begins.
A musical genius
writes notes in the earth;
pulsates to it’s own compositions;
Universal, it rides the winds
collecting harmony.
It lulls us to sleep and
awakens us with it’s baritone roar.
Listen…there is no surround-sound
quite like water’s symphony.
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