Oh water,
Your body surronded by a brick wall
Submerged with green growth
Tinted dark brown
And then littered on by pedestrians

Who will ever see your natural beauty?
Maybe when everything's covered in a white blanket?
But then you are frozen
And you cannot witness the oo's and ahh's

Maybe when you seep out beyond the brick wall
And flood the luscious grass
But then you will be stepped in and called a puddle
What a terrible name

Or maybe
When your cousins drop by
And create splashes in your body
Who wouldn't love you with a rain colored jacket?

Whatever happens,
I hope you find your beauty :)