Water

In the quiet of the night, a whisper calls,

A plea for solace, for healing walls.

The journey's long, the road is steep,

But in each step, a promise to keep.

A symphony of words, a rhyme so clear,

A beacon of hope, for those who fear.

The chaos of life, the random dance,

In every moment, we're given a chance.

To rise above, to find our way,

Through storms and trials, come what may.

The pieces of paper, scattered wide,

Hold stories untold, inside.

The water's call, so pure and true,

A healing touch, for me and you.

It speaks of life, of seas and rain,

Of rivers flowing, without pain.

So let us drink from nature's cup,

And let our spirits gently sup.

For in this liquid, life's elixir,

We find the strength to be our fixer.

To heal the heart, to mend the soul,

To make us whole again, to make us whole.

So raise your glass, let it overflow,

With gratitude for life's simple show.