Poem: The Water

1
The water, in perpetual motion,
Drifts into the troposphere,
Accumulates, and returns to earth
To join the rain and snow,
In the hills and mountains,
Rolling into aquifers and underground lakes,
Chasms, fissures, streams,
Valleys, craters, hollows,
Creeks, rivers, lakes, and oceans.

2
Is water the only thing
On this earth
That never gets old?
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