The Depths of Water

If the Dead Sea dried and the penguins lost their stride

Would the water rise and the sea remind?

Would the ocean offer the sea enough

So the brook stay wet on the tide’s first luck?

Would the plains gain their rain and the clouds gather by

To bring aid to the sea that lost its cry?

Or would the water become desert and the tide become high?

The drains and the pours of the droplets of many

To reach in times of need and in times of plenty

If the dead sea dried and the penguins lost their stride

I would hold onto loved ones, though fear be by my side