Lapping, gurgling, Constantly flowing. Boundless energy. Water, a gift to humanity. In mountains high, Pristine white. Speaking through raindrops, On leafy boughs and rooftops. Devoid of colour, In spirit a wanderer. A form, a shape, In stagnation, am forced to take. From oceans to the sky, Everywhere I reside. Recycled by nature, This planet I nurture.
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