Water: the Nature's Gift
Water, water, and water
The most purest sign of
virtue,How wonderfully nature
has indebted us with this gift,
An offer that none can resist
Oh water, water, water.
Comes in all forms of states,
Solid, liquid, and gas...
Packaged in all forms of life
That subtle taste that we cannot
taste,
That deep fragrance that we
cannot smell,
As it falls onto your smooth skin
and romances around your
body,
That reassurance in the body
which rests the mind,
That horrific depression if
suppressed from,
Energy replenished, mixed in all
sorts, organic and inorganic...
For if it were not for thy water,
how could you fabrish the
presence of life?
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