by Excelsior

Created on: May 10, 2009

It flows down rivers, streams and lakes
Tumbles from the heavens and sky
Freezes to form snow flakes
And is found from low to high

With it we take our showers
Brew coffee and tea
Water the lively flowers
And yet it flows free

For it possesses no master
It does as it likes:
Bring pleasure or disaster
Spare or pound dikes

It is the essence of everything
A free flowing might
The presence of which the lakes sing
Or a tiny drop in the night

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