Waters
Waters flowing down
Hitting the damp rock of green
Hitting and laughing
Not cries of pain
But dances of joy
Waters
Hitting the surfaces of
Lake waters
Sea waters
Waters that to the Ocean flow
The rocks are as stiff as robots
Yet in them Nano-Science breathes
Discreet:
Dews nocturnal mix and
The tears of nightingales and
Other night-birds mourning
Mourning loss after loss incurred
During the drear and mishap of each
Day.
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