Where seas matter
The matter is the fact
There is no question
Of it purpose
Just a fraction
Of the earth
That makes up most
Of even those
That on it dwell
Water!
Thirst for
Clean in
Clean with
Live in
Made up of
Of course it is not still
It waves in beauty
It ripples and effects
Across the world
To the other side and back again
When the sea is not
Where it started
It may have been moved
By someone's tears
Or spread by the stream or creek
It may have fallen fresh
From the sky
Or from an eye
Filtered the salt out
It falls
It may be recycled
Yet it is appreciated as though new
The rain from the sky
Where did it take its moisture!
From lakes, from tears
From perspiration?
Desperation
To save
That which humans
Are made up of
Body of water
Our body holds much water
We mustn't waste it
Otherwise we become the waste
Treat the water
As you want to be treated
Don't become waste
Appreciate the clarity
