Water Is Gold Poem by Airda Jones

Water is precious gold
A treasure to the land
And the throne on which
People sit upon the sand

Mosaics of velvet grass
Pinks, oranges, purples blend
Scent of salt and floral
Perfumes among the men

Waves of blue hair
Sway in mother's breath
And bend to her tears
Until there is nothing left

But hope comes anew
When the sun returns
And heats up the soul
Until the passion tide burns

Passion and heat, yet not the only treasure
As the water is still liquid gold
But when the day has ended
That treasure has lost its hold.