This ‘Source of Life’ doth course through stratum’s vein
Midst aquifers which formed so long ago
Left undisturbed whilst eons passed; remain
Until such time when man doth crave it so
Ground water tables long have served us well
Replenishing capacity at will
Precipitation’s bounty helped to swell
Now deep extraction’s needed to fulfil
With drought and population on the rise
Our thirsting world will pierce creation’s form
Bacteria unchecked may fuel demise
Lest drinks which cleanse our soul are proved the norm
In wasting of inheritance as bled
No drop of blood more precious hath been shed