by Matthew Rawlins

Created on: January 17, 2009

The Liquid Universe

A trace of moisture, on the moon

Much more was had, in their monsoon

Water, water, nearly everywhere

There's even water in our hair

Rain down on us, to keep us moist

Draw from well, with rope and hoist

A cool quenched sip, from ladle to lip

Down my neck, dripped to my hip

Deadly water, in flood plain form

Up to my neck, but not the norm

The muddy hue, of scavenged soil

Flows destruction, for us to toil

Water falls, cascades and all

Spill moistly in a splashing thrall

A misty rainbow glistens delight

Upon reflections of, Nature's light

Frozen in suspense, water has rest

Giving pause to its flow, halt to its crest

Relax mighty moist one, have your peace

Enjoy your stillness, a moment to cease

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