Splash, splash, splosh

A harmony of sounds bestows my ear,
It’s voice and rhythms surprisingly clear

The sharp taste of water against my dry scorched tongue,
The sweeter then all, and needed by old and young

Watch, for it never is a bore,

It could be trickling slowly from a leaky faucet,
It’s dewy, diamond shape clearly pronounced with each plop

Or it could be rushing down it rapids, faking from a cliff,
Colorful, fast, and ever changing, moving ever so swift

Oh, and it’s sound,
The set trykling harmony of the every changing drops,
Coming together into a sweet bubble, laid back memory, as smooth as a mop

Not only does water save us, but we should regard it as a friend,
Because we love and need it, all the way to the end

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Water is not only essential, it is inspirational. I believe that if you look close enough, if people stop paying attention to drenched clothes, you can see a whole new story in it.