A cold drink of water on a hot August afternoon.
The taste could be no sweeter than pure sugar from the cane.
Its taste is more sought after than a cool spring rain.
The smell of a crystal clear, clean stream babbling on its way,
through trees whose boughs are reaching ever higher
to block the sun's warming rays.
I hear the stream a-calling,
"come and quench your thirst today."
Nothing could be more refreshing on a humid, steamy, August day.