This morning I was a tear drop.
I rolled my way, though, and became a mere wet spot.
From there, I networked my way into a puddle.
I learned to water log their floors right under their noses.
I proliferated wider to become a lake.
In my present form, I planned with peckish ambition for the aim of a river.
And from the river, I found salvation within the unforgiving ocean!
Very poetic my Great Lake!
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