Where the sky fell hard and blue,
’tis been quite some time since & sounds quite true!

for it is the deep blue ocean, river, lake, estuary or sea,
of which we always fear of land and miss of what our eyes do see

as there lies the sky of yesterday
the rain of today

the water, for us mortals, come tomorrow
words diverse but of the same root they borrow

and its to be discovered this disguise of form,
states of matter which we choose to name as a norm

life is does support varied and huge,
across its realms nestled in gentle refuge

be it from bird to bee,
or beast of land that crawls to those that bleat

to those that swim and float,
its one big Ark of a boat

dive deeper and you will know,
that familiar azure lively sky-ish glow

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