Water
flows downhill
finds its level
makes its way
adapts.
Water
boils over
floods plains
rises to the sky
adapts.
Water
nurtures
pours
roars
adapts.
Water
drips
drops
adapts.
I
am
water.
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Shawn L. Bird 
i love a met-aquaphor! great poem, thanks! x
lol
Well punned!
It just seems to flow out…
Very good, although, looking back, I can’t believe I didn’t go for wet-aphor!
Oh well… 😉
Blame it on taking the wrong rain of thought.
Wow! This poem is very very good ma’am. As a poet your growth continues to amaze me, I am in aw. Your work just gets better and better.
How kind!
Beautiful thought.:)
Thank you!
You’re very welcome. 🙂
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Beautiful
Thanks Dar.
I, too, drip, drop and adapt.
It’s a good strategy.
I love Your Poems. 🙂 I Also Write Some.. I try 😀
Thanks, Jay.
The only way to learn is to try. 🙂 Keep writing!