A simple life needs the flow,
Yet a drip bears no conscious grip.
How will our children grow?
If we can’t give a sip.
The time was now.
The searing sun scars our lip.
Would the drip glow?
With dissolving snow.
Would you plow
or rather take a dip
to cool your brow?
Is it not just a blip.
You confide in the prime time,
and forgot the truly sublime.
Christo Frederick Crous is a 25-year-old aspiring author studying Linguistics at the university of South Africa.