The Well
Built to provide,
Yet built to starve!
Our well is a savior,
At times, a misery.
Rich when it rains,
Poor when it's summer,
Whom can we blame,
The Earth or its children?
Summer lingers longer,
Winters too are warm,
It seems the Earth is aging,
Faster than old cautions!
I say we dig a bit deeper,
What if...
Yet built to starve!
Our well is a savior,
At times, a misery.
Rich when it rains,
Poor when it's summer,
Whom can we blame,
The Earth or its children?
Summer lingers longer,
Winters too are warm,
It seems the Earth is aging,
Faster than old cautions!
I say we dig a bit deeper,
What if...