Water Poem by john tiong chunghoo

water the world
before anything
else came along

from the water,
i heard record of things
old and new

they unveil them
to me with its
tingling sounds

the piano nature's
hands have played
since creation began

if there is anything
i wish my poem
to flow, it would
be water - in the
stream, river, sea,
waterfall, under the ice,

wherever it is,
water that harbours
a life of its own
and within it
a million lives
- seeps its way
into everybody's heart

it fools all agelbra
master with its agility
the only medium that
can take any shape
any form vapour,
snow and ice

if there is anything
i wish my poem to run
it would be the water
splashing, streaming,
swirling, splitting, spilling,
cornering, dancing down
reader's heart

water, in it are secrets
of news both good and bad
- of the present, of the future -

if you would just let your heart,
soul and mind flow with its rhythm
you could hear it playing out
all the secrets it held since
the beginning of time in the
most delightful tune