dry stream

i used to be a gurgling brook
a place to wash for saint and crook
a refreshing stream with waters blue
rushing currents with fish swimiming through
the sun's been so hot, i've tried to stay strong
the rays are relentless, the days are so long
my water's depleting, i'm getting dry
the mud and the filth make children cry
who've come with their boats to float on the stream
i've failed one and all, i'm nothing but steam
please fill me up, make the sun run away
then maybe, dear friends, i'll have strength to play
with you.