I can't seem to quench my thirst; it just won't let me be.
I drink and drink and drink some more, water simply can't satisfy me.
I don't want shots of alcohol or glasses of champagne.
I want to sip on sunshine and lap up drops of rain.
I'd like to swallow rainbows and savor every hue.
I wish to drink up sunsets and gulp up oceans blue.
In fact, I'm so very parched I could chug down a river or two,
and while I'm on the riverbank, I'll guzzle up the meadow rue.
I want to immerse myself in the petrichor of a summer day.
So I can drink in every birdsong and let my thirst have its way.
If by chance I still thirst for life at the end of the day,
I'll gaze upon the moon and stars and slurp up the Milky Way.