Splendors’ Due

Sponge across the

Floors whispering,

Staying glued to

Its’ rocky home.

Watch the seas drift,

While oceans wave

Thousands foam

These glazed streams.

Splendor matches a

Tasteful sprite, who

Watches all the wants

Of the world, never

Giving its’ just due

Until the residents’

Used up its’ fill.

Such a constant whirl

Within a limited purpose.

Advancing the warnings

At the watered edge,

Strangely peeks, reaching

Across the needed vapors

Where the soul rests.