Water Never Has To Work Poem by Saiom Shriver

Water never has to work
He runs where he pleases
Pours on under winter ice
when his surface freezes.

Merrily over rocks he goes
rocks on which some smash
Joyfully over waterfalls flows
Falls on which some crash.

Water through life easily floats
but bears heavy barges and boats
Water detached from every home
but shelters fishes as he roams.

Water never strains nor worries
but empowers great water wheels.
Water has no duties but quenches
millions' thirst upon his banks.

Water's essence has no color
He wears his crystal clear hue of old.
But he becomes purple in the grape
In the lemon he's yellow gold.

Through granite faced gorges
None can hope to climb
Through different countries
no passport need he find

and when he reaches the salty sea
He's lifted up by the Sun.



(to B Mick and all who follow
their hearts)