Water


Swift and strong like a thousand horses,
Lazy and stagnant like a hot summer’s day,
It eats away mountains and nourishes the plains.
Falling down from the heavens, bubbling up from the ground,
It’s a part of every living thing.
Locked away in the farthest reaches of the poles
There it sits until it’s needed the most.

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