Water speaks, but do we hear?
A gentle drop, a crystal tear.
It flows in rivers, wide and free,
Yet cries in lands of misery.
Some wake up to its endless grace,
Fresh and clean, a sweet embrace.
Water running at their call,
A simple gift, yet not for all.
While others walk for miles each day,
Hoping thirst will fade away.
Buckets heavy, feet so sore,
Yet tomorrow calls for more.
A child looks up with pleading eyes,
The sun is high, the river dries.
Cups are empty, lips are cracked,
A silent wish, will water come back?
A gift so pure, yet scarce for some,
A basic need, yet wars have come.
We waste, pollute, let toxins flow,
Forgetting what we truly owe.
Factories pour their poison deep,
Oceans choke; the fish can’t breathe.
Plastic drowns the gentle waves,
Our carelessness digs nature’s grave.
The wells run dry, the taps grow weak,
The earth is tired, it starts to speak.
Yet we ignore its desperate plea,
Forgetting water’s not just free.
So let’s be wise, let’s learn to share,
To save each drop, to show we care.
Fix the leaks, don’t let it spill,
Turn off the tap, it always will.
Harvest rain, protect our streams,
Restore the lakes, revive the dreams.
For every child with lips too dry,
For every mother’s weary sigh.
World Water Day, it’s time to see,
That water flows for you and me.
Not just a right, not just a dream,
But life itself, a sacred stream.
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