A River Calls

a river meanders in search of her ocean
flowing
gathering
flowering
eroding
gravitating towards its yet unknown end
where sweetness is sacrificed for the saline
yet the water remains water
hoping for its reincarnation
a meeting in between clouds
awaiting separate fates
in their separate states
the water still remains water
perhaps beckoned by mountains
or permeating beneath the soil
an eternal cycle…
there is no new water

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There is no new water, water is just not where we need it to be. The earth’s rivers and lakes are drying up, there is no water beneath the ground. All in the name of catering for human needs. What, I ask, is this sort of development where we do not have basic clean water?

A river calls…
Will it be your river calling next?

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