It surges, it swirls it goes round and round.
From up from my head, straight to the ground.
It dibbles, it dopps and never it stops,
Across the earth, and over rocks it hops.
When it leaves it waves, for quickly it's gone.
When it's gone, it's not quite, for it's not really done.
It breathes life into the earth, GOD's own reprieve,
To the drought that has been, and gives relief.
From the best to the worst,
It can quench all your thirsts.
The runner, the walker and even the trotter,
You matter not, because it's...
Bored lol. Quick, what's your guess!
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