Poem: 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—
The only thing on earth
That never gets old.
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