Anne Eliot Crompton

“Water rising under rockBreaks earth's lock,Floods thirst roots,Nurtures sap and trunk and shoots,Greens and plumps each greedy leafTill dappled sunlight like a thiefSucks leaf-water as I breathe,Makes of mist an airy wreathTo drift and float and wander highTo the sky,And fall again,Sweet, rich rain,Run under rock andRise again.”