poem- adaption

Shawn L. Bird

Water

flows downhill

finds its level

makes its way

adapts.

Water

boils over

floods plains

rises to the sky

adapts.

Water

nurtures

pours

roars

adapts.

Water

drips

drops

adapts.

I

am

water.

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