A silent river flowing through the vein,
To wash away the weariness and pain.
When the glass stays empty and the lips grow dry,
The spark of the spirit begins to sigh.
A fog in the mind and a weight in the heart,
When the rhythms of hydration fall apart.
The skin loses luster, the energy fades,
Like a wilting flower in the heavy shades.
But drink from the crystal, the clear and the cool,
And follow the wisdom of nature's old rule.
A surge of the morning, a clarity bright,
Turning the shadows of dullness to light.
It flushes the toxins and clears out the way,
To keep us in motion throughout the whole day.
It plumps up the skin with a youthful-like glow,
And helps every cell in the body to grow.
So don't wait for thirst to signal the need,
Give your own garden the water to feed.
A simple commitment, a habit so small,
The greatest of healers, the finest of all.
From the first morning sip to the glass at the night,
It keeps our whole system functioning right.