The Depth of a Glass

There could be great depths in one glass of water and you could never see them. What was the journey that took place that brought that small glass of water here? What stories could be told? The elements that have always been here since the forming of the foundation— what things have they seen? It could be told of a torrential flood that took over a town in a single night, or it might be told of a young boy's thirst that was quenched by the summer rain. It could be written of a seven-year drought where sustenance could not be found, or it could be told of a joyous feast Where everyone was filled. There could be stories of a winter freeze when the country was still in its steps, or it might be said of nature's rage which was curbed by a valiant fight. There's more, it seems, than what meets the eye upon one's quick glance. There are stories to be told in everything seen; you've just got to give it a chance.