Water, the element of life
From the seas to the skies
Endlessly flowing, never still
Its power and beauty never dies
In the ocean, it's a force to be reckoned
The waves rise and fall, with strength unchecked
The tides ebb and flow, in endless motion
The salty spray, with each breath, inhaled and fetched
A river, a stream, a brook
A winding path through the land it took
A gentle trickle, a roaring flow
It nourishes and sustains, with its life-giving glow
Raindrops, falling from the sky
The sound of nature's lullaby
A symphony of sound and sight
As the drops shimmer in the light
Water, a precious gift to hold
A source of life, worth more than gold
May we cherish and protect it so
For without water, life cannot grow.
About the Creator
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi4 days ago in Fiction
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