Water:

by Scott Cole   Aug 18, 2015


I'm one-third to the good
One hundred percent pure,
I'm a God given treasure
That so far has endured.

I'm alittle hard to handle
So much harder to control,
I'm worth more than money
And more valuable than gold.

I come from foreign lands afar
And yes I do come in peace,
I've made a bunch of friends
While playing in the streets.

Without me the World is not
So can we please just get along,
And savor in our friendship
Before I am used up and gone.

I'm a sight for hurting eyes
A taste to stop your thirst,
I'm soft music to your ears
Unless you are submerged.

I'm easy going when I come
Yes I certainly have some fun,
But when I come to pay a visit
People always duck and run.

I do have my favorite spots
That I like to just hang out,
And when I'm hard to find
I can bring alot of doubt.

Don't plan your day around me
Cause I can come and I can go,
But when I'm hot and heavy
My terrible attitude will show.

I'm clear as clear can ever be
From just a puddle to a flood,
Yet without my very presence
Not one flower would ever bud.

I've been around for many years
From the present to the past,
And without my helping hand
Nothing alive would ever last.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    What a lovely poem, Scott. Picked because it hadn't been commented on and glad I did!