The Sound of Running Water
Be it faucet, ocean, waterfall, or stream,
Even when it morphs into the state of steam.
A voice that soothes the soul with ease;
It calmly catapults words into the breeze.
The sound of running water seeks to calm,
Coursing through the arteries of air, embalm.
Whether trickle, force, desert, or fall,
A never-ending, romping, bouncing ball.
Forsooth, forsake the scratchiness of drought;
Coolness lies where moisture swims about.