Poem 1: The ways of water

I have seen the ways of water
giving life, then taking it away

the gentle stream that feeds a village
swells to consume it within a day

innocent frolics in the bright blue pool
may become tragedy all too soon

mighty is the ocean that coveys you to shore
and mighty still, it swallows you under the moon

without the ways of water, they say
we would undoubtably perish

beware the dangers, but the fresh
free, flowing waters we must cherish.