Water Poem by Leah Ross

Is a precious commodity
We waste & waste to no end
Over water sidewalks & gardens
Heed not the warnings
Water whenever continue on
Like nothing's wrong
Where would man be without it? ?
Can't even fathom that
Our bodies are made up of it
Rivers & lakes are drying up
At an alarming rate
Soon it will be gone
No do overs there are
The time to act is now
Open one's ears & listen
Heed the warning signs
Doesn't come in by truck loads
Or on boats when it's gone it's gone
Hate to say