Consistency [The stream]
I walked towards the stream and saw how dry it was; Not even a droplet was found. Oh! how it brought satisfaction to everyone that came to draw from it. How much could ever be drawn out to warrant its dryness? The flourishing stream! Flowing in its glory and satisfying. Why did you stop? It seemed so impossible to stop drawing from it. If only the water gauge never got weak. If only they were in check steadily to know when to be replaced No one goes to the stream anymore. It has lost its relevance. Once memorable now desolate.