Underappreciated provision
The sparkle of the clear water glistensCapturing the beauty only nature holds
The liquid contains stories though few seldom listen
Pollution permeates throughout this shimmering gold
The dewdrops fall from the leaves into the abyss
Tainted themselves from the trash left amiss
Treasure this provision for it will soon be gone
Man is to selfish to right what we have wronged
written: 8-27-2010
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