Wondrous Eternal Water

It's of H20...That's all you need to know

Water is wondrously eternal

Immutable in the end

The self same water one sips

Could have once passed the lips

Of Jesus or Caligula my friend

It's an essence that flows

drips and drapes

That takes many forms, many shapes

It's fog ...It's cloud

It's silent...It's loud

It comprises our very own breath

And without it no doubt

looms naught but dust and death

We take it as a given

Think of it mostly

As just hot or cold

but it's what keeps us livin'

And what keeps on giving

us the gift (and privilege) of getting

...Old...

And would be very sorely mist

Author's Note

Don't be a wet blanket!