Water comes from the Heavens in varieties of ways:
A soothing trickle, and disastrous waves.
Release it from the Heavens, and the opaque skies.
Release a fountain from my heart,
and tears from my eyes.
A multitude of feelings:
Fear,
hurt,
love,
and lies.
Water for my mouth,
flowers,
trees,
Earth, and seas.
Tears from my eyes make sore my feelings.
But, soon is replenished
when tears flourish my soul.
Soothing is the flavor, dripping salty down my nose.
Take joy in my tears 'till the day I am old.
Water is for my mouth, my body, my soul.
