It flows in the river and it falls from the sky,
The only thing keeping our spirits from dry.
From the first morning sip to the bath in the night,
It's the source of our energy, health, and our light.
It cleanses our skin and it heals every cell,
The secret of life in a deep, cool well.
It nurtures the seeds in the heart of the soil,
The silent reward for the gardener's toil.
Without the blue crystal, the green leaves would fade,
And the world would be lost in a desert-like shade.
No birds in the trees and no fish in the sea,
Just a hollow, dry silence where life used to be.
The blood in our veins is a river that flows,
Carrying the strength that a human heart knows.
We can live without gold, we can live without fame,
But without a drop, we are just a cold frame.
So treasure each gallon and guard every stream,
For water is more than a shimmering dream.
The pulse of the planet, the soul of the clay,
The reason we're standing and breathing today.