Feel the ground beneath your feet
And listen to its gentle speech
For with each step - yet without sound
A story waits there to be found
Just here! Just here! The slightest chill
There’s water near us and we will
Dig down about a foot and find
Fresh water of the purest kind
This land can give us all we need
If we treat it kindly – not with greed.
David Keig
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/water-40/
