That flows slow
from the mountains and the hills
Diverged
to find new places

Slowly though
they start rushing to the goal
The sea
fast as possible

Shortest way
was all what they cared for now
Neglect
to any else matter

Where water
that used to flow over and through
Become
dried, parched, thirsting land

But notice
they never once did before
For all
paced too fast forwards

On a land
that had been luscious with life
Was now
dead and decaying

Water that
had once brought vibrant colours
Towards
a dull patch of earth

If only
they would slow down and observe
All that
in their surroundings

Perhaps some
may just find a better cause
Which can
bring a greater change

Dedicate
not simply to the greatest
But to
the most positive

If only we could slow
and bring back the vibrance