it was the perfect day for writing she thought
the rain was forming large puddles in the street
as if water was trying to find its way home
the concrete made this a never ending game of chance
water was trying to get back to nature at all points of her town
if you were silent in your mind you could hear its confusion
"where's the land gone mommy!" it cried
"why cant we feel your body, where are you?"
desperate to find its way home
the water had one voice
tormented into man-made drains and sewers
blocked from just being itself
all at once the water remembered
rivers, woods, flowers, animals, where were they?
it should be nourishing and cleansing the land
something had taken its true purpose and placed it into tubes of irrelevance
it should be free to join the aquifer
it should be free to fall into the river of life
surety filled its moment as if all at once it knew
I'm trapped! it thought
this is dark magic against nature
this isn't building with nature
it was conquer nature at whatever cost to the soul
staggered by this it knew not what it could do
other than to flood this dark spell
the only thing left was to wash it all away
