The spirit of life, <br />spreads everywhere, <br />to all corners of our globe. <br />Rain, mist, fog, snow, <br />form lakes, rivers, <br />babbling running brooks; <br />the carriers of life’s soul <br />life’s bountiful <br />identity and joy. <br /> <br />Without it, <br />grasses brown, <br />trees rot and fall, <br />no leaves, flowers, <br />seeds, or fruit; <br />no shade, no scent, <br />no colour, food. <br /> <br />Animals, people, die; <br />no creatures great or small. <br />Deserts of want appear <br />no life or giving; <br />there is a thirst upon the land. <br />In time, all will wither, <br />wilt, rot and die. <br />Then a dirt, an ash <br />a sandy earth of want, <br />no open hand, <br />all life has gone. <br /> <br />More valuable than gold, <br />a treasure for us all. <br />use wisely, it is life. <br />All used up; We die!<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/water-26/
