Apollo's paces conjures the mists,
Upon the breeze these vapors blow,
A light dusting in the sky persists,
And travels to where wild things grow.
And droplets tear within the curtain,
Sprinkling baptism at gates of dawn,
Countless cells and souls are yearning,
To sip the grace of the hydrogen bond.
As moisture pulses through the crust,
The earth springs and pools the brew,
And seeping through paths of wanderlust,
To gush in springs or stretch in sinews.
Just so, the river roams along its way,
Tributaries nurse its seeping needs,
The waters pour life within the bay,
Fount of the flora and fauna it feeds.
And this flow, soothing as a caress,
Scuplts the scenery into softer forms,
This sacred allurement in edenic undress,
Of strength that granite or ground conform.
As shades lengthen and Zephyr's breathe,
The sky mists congeal o'er the vale,
Waters to waters as the vault seethes,
Pouring misery upon the darkened dale.
This the journey of the rain,
This the washing of our pain,
This the elixir of our life,
This the father of our strife,
Water.
