I ‘standeth’ in awe

It warms by day, yet cools at night

Of the ocean, of the lake, and from thy wet ground

N-o-w evaporate

As though still, but invisible

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                                         s

                                      i

                                    r

Water vapour now a

Rendered cool, droplets form, liquid water born

N-o-w condensate

Form thy clouds, form thy rain

Through winter ‘formeth’ snow again

Your varied forms, ever-changing face

Whilst humid, vapour in the air contained

Exceed beyond thy limit, thy air cannot hold

Let the misty atmosphere unfold

The tropics of dew

Ever condensing from morning air

In the cool clear night, quietly escape

Cool droplets of dew, morning grass made new



Temperature f

                          a

                             l

                               l

Soft crystals n-o-w form

Conditions suffice, ‘turneth’ to ice

Ever-changing, rendered new



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©