Getting religion in my hydrogeology in my religion

[lonespark]

Hail to the Lake Mother, ancient and cold
Hail to the springs ever-flowing
Hail to the wells and the witchers of water
May we yet live, though the rivers run dry

Hail to the land where the rivers run dry
Where they flow underground
Where the stones carry memory

Where roots drive deep 
Into ancient scars
Finding the water
Showing what shifted

Where the lakes and the oceans
Have all turned to stone
And the stone tells the story
To those who would listen