without water -draft
poem by:
Theresa Taylor
Written
on Dec 01, 2016
The mortal frame is 70% water we are grown in it, and born from it naked, crying and humble helpless, without it we die in 4 days yet as we mature we learn to dominate it to sail upon it, to wash with it, bottle it, flavor it, and sell it we abuse it and we let it be abused oil spills affect drinking water all drains lead to the ocean we affect all water wildlife dies & we die let us not forget that we are native earthlings too not God sitting on a 70% water throne for without water, we surely will get to meet him
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Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 28, 2018 at 3:23pm
..so true Theresa.....we originated in the Ocean, and evolved...then crawled out of the Ocean..........maybe..just maybe, we might have to crawl back into the Ocean......just like the Whale, and Dolphin did.....but let's hope that we have not over polluted the Oceans...before it's our turn to return ....loved your poem..ðŸ³ðŸ¬....
