Water, the breath of the earth, It falls from the sky like a promise, sings in rivers, sighs in rain. The world forgets to dream— fields turn silent, lips grow still. Water is not just need—it is knowing. It remembers us, even when we forget to remember it.
Water, the breath of the earth, It falls from the sky like a promise, sings in rivers, sighs in rain. The world forgets to dream— fields turn silent, lips grow still. Water is not just need—it is knowing. It remembers us, even when we forget to remember it.