The Water Cycle Poem by Micron Jan

The sun awakens the restless sea,
Whispering warmth to every stream and lea.
Water lifts in a silent, shimmering flight,
Turning to vapor, vanishing from sight.
Rising high, it cools and bends,
Gathering softly where the sky extends.
Tiny droplets join, a cloud is born,
A silver blanket for the earth to adorn.

From cloud to earth, the journey descends,
Rain or snow, the cycle mends.
Liquid, solid, or icy lace,
Water returns to its familiar place.
Rivers, lakes, and oceans greet the fall,
Gathering waters, answering the call.
Snow on mountains slowly drifts away,
Feeding the streams that carve the clay.

Around and around, the cycle spins,
From liquid to gas, the dance begins.
Driven by the sun's eternal fire,
Water moves, fulfilling its desire