Oh the Water

February 27, 2008
By Brianne Printup, Munnsville, NY

Oh the water so pure
Untouched, unharmed
The hues of blue
All blend together as one
As they crash on the shores
Why cannot I
Be the tiniest ripple
So all the world
Could see themselves in a new light
Why cannot I
Be the subtle gurgle
Of the water speaking to the trees
So all the world
Could be heard through me
Why cannot I
be as widespread as the waters
Felt by so many hands
So all the world
Could feel for each other
If only we were water.


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