It is a gentle meandering way
I start my journey
Through pastures of green and plenty
Where sheep and cattle sleep and graze
and in tranquility spend their days
My job, is one of utility
The giver of life the slaker of thirst
The bringer of fertility
Shed when my banks are burst
I cut, gouge or smooth my path
From source to estuary’s end
Over Earth’s obstacle course
To the sea I wind my way
With straight line and soft bend
I may suddenly be swallowed whole
Land that falls away, to the deep
Caverns below or soaked up through
Limestone that cleanses my body as I seep
I have no beginning and I have no end
For I am drawn up by the heat of the sun
As the cycle of life is contained
By the water vapour I have become
Through the skies I float as a cloud
And the wind pushes me over the deep
To be shed over higher cool climes
As rain, snow or watery sleet
Or I am turned to ice by a harsh North wind
And my self is now a shiny brittle self
I may sparkle in the noon day sun
As I cling on to branch, roof or window shelf
I can be the bringer of disaster
As a torrent of water I can destroy and drown
I can suffocate with a blanket of snow
So you will never be found
I am needed by man I am to be harnessed
I am energy that can be translated
I can be many things to many people
But please don’t take me for granted
2 comments:
Lovely descriptive work leading to a fine last line
Very thought about, all the different forms of water, and that apt and surprising change of mood in the last line .
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