I pace up, slow and lightly
I pour down as rain
I freeze high and mighty
I thaw through the plains.
I feed the field and crop
I rest fleetingly as dew
I rise up to the treetop
I colour myself for the brew.
I can prance ever so sprightly
I can sit still with disdain
I can tug at your heartstrings achingly
As I course through your veins
In the still of the forests
I can hang on leaf tips
And fall in slow motion
To kiss the green, grassy lips
I can quench and nurture
I can be your refuge
I can be the trickle austere
I can as well be the deluge
The ubiquitious drop
That’s what I am, true!
But you’ll shut your shop
If I vanished or withdrew.
Do not take me for granted
Do not waste wantonly
With me your life started
Don’t write for me an elegy.
I am generous to a fault
But don’t take it too far
Rein your greed in to a halt
Remember, I am…therefore you are!!
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