Meanderings

Would you make a sagging willow

Weep from lack of sunlight?

Tear-stained earth her pillow as

She cowers in dismay.

 

Rivers ramble rakishly

Between her hills and highlands,

Stumbling and bumbling

She knows no other way.

 

Flying high above the fray

Through multilayered billowings,

With eagle eye that seeks to spy

On details rarely seen.

 

And willow hugs the riverbank

To watch the ever-constant flow.

Peaceful her meanderings

Among the meadows green.

 

Will you give your gift of life?

Service those who patient wait.

Quench the thirst of all in need

Before it is forever late.