Modern Gold

The river's waters flow

And the tide comes and goes,

Small and big amounts of earth’s liquid gold,

Laughter and smiles and stories untold, 

Water flows up and down the brink,

And runs out of the faucet of a kitchen sink,

Into the pot soon to be a delicious warm drink,

It is more precious than we think,

Warming winters, cooling summers,

Living without it would leave us with a hunger

We can’t imagine a world without the lemonade on a hot summer day,

Or the hot chocolate that made the coldness in us melt away,

But somewhere out there, closer than we think,

A river’s waters start to sink,

Down farther and farther the tide rolls out,

Until there is nothing at the river mouth,

Just a dirt path with a small rip,

Nobody hears the water drip, drip,

Out of the smallest place than ever before,

There is more than we think in store,

No more water out of the faucet of the sink,

No more refreshing lemonade or warm winter drink,

No more warm shower to fill us up,

No more refreshing water in our cup,

Just a pile of wet dirt, and a lost toy ship,

No one hears the echoes of the river’s sadness

Drip, drip, drip