As water flows it is so clear,
How life is brought about.
As plants upon rock face appear,
Oasis in the drought.
The water streams into a lake,
Which makes the desert seem.
Like something which is really fake,
Just a forgotten dream.
But this is more than just a pond,
It is a living spring.
And everybody must respond,
To gain life it will bring.
Sometimes we are in a desert,
And love cannot be found.
The spring can’t be seen through the hurt,
The flow is not around.
But when you feel you’ve lost it all,
Don’t quit, now don’t you stop.
For the mightiest waterfall
Begins with just one drop.

Lloyd McLean (1996)