Leaky faucets tighten

In a sprinkling across the land.

At once dozens of drops are saved,

Synchronized, a clock’s second hand.

These drops trickle through worn out pipes

The pathway of the seas,

And soon, a few of their figures embrace,

Coalescing with graceful ease.

Sink time cut short a few seconds

Thousands of drops are born.

They meet and merge in the watershed pathway;

Soon the ocean they will adorn.

These new drops travel faster

Exhilarated, through the land,

Spilling through miles and miles

As they take drop upon drop by the hand.

Two lovely streams have formed

From the water our world has saved.

And with the surge of a passing moment

The meet; a brilliant watershed paved.

And yet, the whole system is imaginary,

A figment of the mind.

But if we all donated our little drops,

With reality it would be entwined.