Ode to Moving Water

Hands drift through always cool
You a lake, ocean, puddle, or pool

Through your touch transcends a calm
Your current touches every palm

Water moves against me smooth
The true fountain of youth

Quick as a fish
Magical as a wish

But you have your blocks
They stand tall and block the flow, strong rocks

Your water rises, angrily becomes a flood
It stops me up thick with mud

Yet you win with quick rhythm
Conquering land, it is your kingdom


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