Water

Water

It makes the grass grow greener
and helps to fill the sea.
Then keeps the flowers growing,
part of you and part of me.

It quenches thirsty workers
washing dirt away.
Giving life to greener meadows
on a hot and sultry day.

The heavens quickly open wide,
and rain comes falling down,
filling all the rivers and streams,
soaking cracked dry ground.

We cannot live without it
and on it we rely.
Too little leaves us starving,
more leaves us when we cry.

Water is what we are made of,
we're water one and all.
We'll need it 'til the end of time,
be it glass or waterfall.

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