Pollution is not an unknown x
to be solved.
Snow gathers and freezes at elevation.
Air, cold and clear, cradles all.
The ancient streambed, a collection
of scrubbed stones waits to deliver
The most precious of all liquids,
one required for humanity’s survival.
Sensing warmth, purity comes alive,
melts, and gravity guides the path.
What happens upstream
concerns us all.
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from the Senses and More Such collection