Water Poem

The rain falls in our spring,
And gives the food to the flowers,
The watery cycle forms a ring,
And it starts in with minor showers

In the beginning there is the stream
That flows from the slight trickle,
Carrying further to the dream,
And our fancies it starts to tickle.

It then progresses through the land
Then the stream becomes a river,
The whimsy forces of the moon command
And she will always deliver,

Then it an ocean transforms,
Of crashing rock, storm and wave,
Water cannot be held it informs.
And why should it behave.

Then it’s vapor made by the sun,
Following all the changes as it flows.
We are mostly water everyone,
It’s birth celebrated by rainbows.

Then to the heavens it turns again to rain,
Like family, friends, sky, sun and moon.
As instruments connected in sweet refrain.
For we all whisper it’s tune.