water the world <br />before anything <br />else came along <br /> <br />from the water, <br />i heard record of things <br />old and new <br /> <br />they unveil them <br />to me with its <br />tingling sounds <br /> <br />the piano nature's <br />hands have played <br />since creation began <br /> <br />if there is anything <br />i wish my poem <br />to flow, it would <br />be water - in the <br />stream, river, sea, <br />waterfall, under the ice, <br /> <br />wherever it is, <br />water that harbours <br />a life of its own <br />and within it <br />a million lives <br />- seeps its way <br />into everybody's heart <br /> <br />it fools all agelbra <br />master with its agility <br />the only medium that <br />can take any shape <br />any form vapour, <br />snow and ice <br /> <br />if there is anything <br />i wish my poem to run <br />it would be the water <br />splashing, streaming, <br />swirling, splitting, spilling, <br />cornering, dancing down <br />reader's heart <br /> <br />water, in it are secrets <br />of news both good and bad <br />- of the present, of the future - <br /> <br />if you would just let your heart, <br />soul and mind flow with its rhythm <br />you could hear it playing out <br />all the secrets it held since <br />the beginning of time in the <br />most delightful tune<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/water-12/
