When Water…

When Water… by Becca Preston #PumaPoet

When water
Goes with the flow
On my toes,
I feel its calm
And hear its
Peaceful sound.
As she drips from the sky
From clouds mountains high,
Like a kite
Thought out the night.
On waves of blue and white
That get as high a tower,
Full of power.
Destruction reigns,
When we try to maintain,
And tame
Her water’s life.