Science, You Are Not Always Needed Date: Thursday, 7th August 2014 @ 10:12:22 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: invierno Blessings, billions strong like magic fall from reservoirs; tiny sparkling drops from tanks above reboot the Mother's rivers, lawns and ponds. These tanks hang so close to ground, ten million tons, drip drip by drip, their mass upon us, drop by drop, but all at once? Our Earth would drown. What sorcery holds them at bay absent rope or string? These 'clouds', these floaty barrels brimmed, and what drop falls first to lead the way, letting go of cloudy home, in so doing, diminishing. Poet Poe (Oh, he knew)- a special line here comes to mind; “Science, whose prying eyes revealest all things”. Oh, Edgar, so very wise, to let the unknown remain in the realm of mystery science can't abide. This poem is Copyright © invierno Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=179021