Poem by Jack Brummet: Water

Water
by Jack Brummet

Water, in perpetual motion,
Drifts into the troposphere,
Accumulates, and returns to earth
To join ice, 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.
Water, the only thing on earth
That never gets old.
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