The Story Of Water

Listen carefully,

This story won’t be retold.

There it is, can you hear it?

The slow, steady drum beating

Like the heart

Of a galaxy

Can you see?

Flowing inside your veins

All but ichor 

Floating in the sky

As divine aether 

Take a second, observe

Where the land meets the sky,

The sun meets the moon,

Lies a paradise that

Like many things in nature,

Transcends our understanding 

Of life and

Life-giving

Of death and

Decay 

Order and chaos

But we must not 

For one moment

Think that this paradise 

Is permanent

Or will live on forever

 

Because it is dying

We poison it

Trash it

Treat it like scum

Because we think

Maybe it is?

We choke our own heart 

And expect 

To survive

We are fools

Her beating drum

Is fading

And is fading fast

The blood 

In her veins

Grows necrotic

HER SCREAMS FOR HELP

Whispers. 

Wake up.

Get up 

Do something

Every effort not made to save her

Will kill her 

Even more

Don’t let her die

It needs us 

As much as 

We need it 

It flows within us

It is me

It is you

It is us.