“If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water”
– Loren Eisley
As I listened to the harp,
Music oozing freely from the cords,
Like water from a spring.
For beautiful moments, I believed…
Believed in the power of will,
In human sensibility,
Running through our core,
As water underground
Slowly moving through the Earth.
I closed my eyes
And saw a world
With no disputes and greed
Over shared natural resources,
A land not manifesting itself through natural disasters …
Our environment in balance,
Not perishing in scarcity and desertification,
But washed in serenity by vital waters.
Rain on the fields,
On smiling, vibrant forests,
Watery music flowing through my heart.
Life recreating itself,
In the most essential form of art…
As I wake up to an imperfect world,
A silent music goes on and renews my energy,
As water through the hydrological cycle,
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