Oh, give them a river.
cut it right out of the earth
with water that bleeds out from the granite,
then circulates life back into heart of this planet
Make it bleed out upon dry ground;
let it gush pure and clear and clean,
gurgling, spurting, splashing
gashing great ravines through this ancient rock.
Slash them rock basins;
slice them with your gentle flowing waters
your cascading waters your
and these trickling streams . . .
they irrigate our farmish means
and they spring forth with human dreams.
Your rivers we desire;
they’re more manageable than the fire.
Allow them not to vanish.
banish not our watery dreams,
Dry them not
Dry up not our springs and streams
perish not our ponds and lakes,
our flumes, our fates,
these precious, flowing life-givers:
our trickling and raging rivers.