If Water Could Speak
by Marcell Billinghurst
Ripples of water ebb and flow,
In creeks and streams as they go,
Gently flowing along their way.
Times of stillness throughout the day.
They seem so peaceful and sublime.
Gentle and harmless in this time.
But when wind and rain come along,
The current changes becoming strong,
When storms are raging by day or night,
Flashes of lightening become so bright.
Thunder rolls and the rain pours down.
Filling the streams and soaking the town.
The rivers are rising and banks overflow
Turbulent water, as floodwaters grow.
Sweeping everything in their path,
Destruction is left in the aftermath.
Homes are lost as the currents surge.
Helpless the owners see them submerge.
Leaving many homeless as they wait
To clean up the debris and discover their fate.
As the floodwaters subside, they begin again,
To rebuild their lives after loss and pain.
If Water Could Speak. What would it say?
“Don’t take me for granted or you may lose one day.”
Marcell Billinghurst
In creeks and streams as they go,
Gently flowing along their way.
Times of stillness throughout the day.
They seem so peaceful and sublime.
Gentle and harmless in this time.
But when wind and rain come along,
The current changes becoming strong,
When storms are raging by day or night,
Flashes of lightening become so bright.
Thunder rolls and the rain pours down.
Filling the streams and soaking the town.
The rivers are rising and banks overflow
Turbulent water, as floodwaters grow.
Sweeping everything in their path,
Destruction is left in the aftermath.
Homes are lost as the currents surge.
Helpless the owners see them submerge.
Leaving many homeless as they wait
To clean up the debris and discover their fate.
As the floodwaters subside, they begin again,
To rebuild their lives after loss and pain.
If Water Could Speak. What would it say?
“Don’t take me for granted or you may lose one day.”
Marcell Billinghurst
If Water Could Speak, “What would it say?"
by Marcell Billinghurst
I am found in refreshing rain,
Providing for your needs each day,
I give you water to drink and bathe in,
and to help gardens and crops grow.
Ripples of water gently flow in creeks
And streams to provide places of peace
and tranquillity for you to enjoy.
I can be found at the beach, in the ocean,
A place to spend with family and friends,
Swimming, sailing, or catching fish.
I can be found in a mighty waterfall,
tumbling down in awesome power.
A magnificent sight of nature,
Created for enjoyment for you all to see.
But do not take me for granted.
I can quickly change from hot summer days
To a thunderstorm, as the thunder rolls
And the lightening crashes, torrential rain,
comes down, changing the dry land
to a flowing stream that becomes a flood
sweeping everything in its path.
If water could speak. What would it say?
Treat me with respect and always take care.
“I can be your friend, or I can be your foe.
Bringing new life to plants and crops,
To provide for your needs each day,
But I can easily take it away from you
as the years and seasons Ebb and Flow.”
By Marcell Billinghurst
Providing for your needs each day,
I give you water to drink and bathe in,
and to help gardens and crops grow.
Ripples of water gently flow in creeks
And streams to provide places of peace
and tranquillity for you to enjoy.
I can be found at the beach, in the ocean,
A place to spend with family and friends,
Swimming, sailing, or catching fish.
I can be found in a mighty waterfall,
tumbling down in awesome power.
A magnificent sight of nature,
Created for enjoyment for you all to see.
But do not take me for granted.
I can quickly change from hot summer days
To a thunderstorm, as the thunder rolls
And the lightening crashes, torrential rain,
comes down, changing the dry land
to a flowing stream that becomes a flood
sweeping everything in its path.
If water could speak. What would it say?
Treat me with respect and always take care.
“I can be your friend, or I can be your foe.
Bringing new life to plants and crops,
To provide for your needs each day,
But I can easily take it away from you
as the years and seasons Ebb and Flow.”
By Marcell Billinghurst
