Water.
When I was invited to be the next teacher who shares something related to water on the English Department website (here), I carefully thought about it.
Water cycle? Water pollution? Hydrology? Oceanography? I’m sure you all can tell a little about it.
The wondrous experience in the water? A deadly accident in the water? The best descriptive writing about the water? They shouldn’t be something too unfamiliar to you.
Then I think I shall do something different, something special – in a sense it can make you think, make you reflect on it, and make you respond to it. Here, I have written a fictional poem titled The Last Drop of Water. What would you do if you have the last drop of water? What would I do with my last drop?
Is the Earth coming to the end?
Dried rivers, dried seas.
Dried puddles, dried streams.
There’s no clean water, not anywhere.
How can our beloved home be so bare?
Now beside the last withered apricot,
Stands a little kiddie with a little pot.
Inside it he shall carefully retain
The most precious last drop of rain.
And take a look at everyone,
Who all hold their last drop but never for fun.
Clutching their bottles, heartbroken and frail,
Would it make the very last fairy tale?
Suddenly the kiddie who always stays hopeful,
Comes up with a wheeze that’s rather unusual.
“Let’s collect all the last drops and give the apricot some drinks.
The apricot shall live, and so do other tiny living things.”
No scoffing, no disapproving,
Everyone lines up to feed the poor shrunken thing.
Slowly and gradually the apricot looks a little beamy,
And look – oh the moistened earth is now going streamy.
The stream gently enriches the soil and the plants around,
And the most amazing thing happens – there is a little cloud!
From cirrus to cumulus to stratus,
Till it finally becomes too heavy and reaches a raining status.
Now the last drops from everyone become the last drinks for the dry,
Then the water goes to the soil and becomes the cloud in the sky.
Hydrated rivers, hydrated seas.
Hydrated puddles, hydrated streams.
Is the Earth coming to the end?
No, it is not if we’re all devoted to be a friend!
What about you? What is your last drop of water? Can you create some great pieces, may it be a poem, a story, or a fable? Looking forward to your responses.