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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
While others walk for miles each day,
Hoping thirst will fade away.
Buckets heavy, feet so sore,
Yet tomorrow calls for more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Factories pour their poison deep,
Oceans choke; the fish can’t breathe.
Plastic drowns the gentle waves,
Our carelessness digs nature\u2019s grave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The wells run dry, the taps grow weak,
The earth is tired, it starts to speak.
Yet we ignore its desperate plea,
Forgetting water\u2019s not just free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So let\u2019s be wise, let\u2019s learn to share,
To save each drop, to show we care.
Fix the leaks, don\u2019t let it spill,
Turn off the tap, it always will.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Harvest rain, protect our streams,
Restore the lakes, revive the dreams.
For every child with lips too dry,
For every mother\u2019s weary sigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
World Water Day, it\u2019s time to see,
That water flows for you and me.
Not just a right, not just a dream,
But life itself, a sacred stream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n