When the sun beats down on the barren ground...

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Submitted: March 06, 2008

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When the sun beats down on the barren ground...

When the sun beats down on the barren ground,
growth is sparse and rare.
Plants and animals are the first to die,
then humans follow by and by.
My scarcity is plain for all to see,
What am I?

When dawn arrives I'm found on the ground,
looking like diamonds on the grass.
In spring and summer I soon evaporate, 
but return as the sun goes down.
God Sent me in an Eternal, daily cycle,
What am I?

I can be seen as a trickle, or a torrent,
depending on how much of me there is...
I can tinkle gently and soothingly,
or roar, or crash, like thunder.
Sounds so far apart,
What am I?

In a small, still, enclosed amount, 
I am soothing.
in a large, moving mass,
terror I can bring.
So many varied ways I can present myself,
What am I?

I'm prettiest when I am frozen -
though my beauty can bring death in its wake!
I sparkle in the sun, or moonlight (like diamonds),
my own beauty I make.
So very adaptable God Made me, life cannot exist without me -
What am I?

(Water!)


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