I am a bowl

I am a gully, a valley, a well

I am a depression

Into which all the rain gathers

I am a pool of fallen moisture

That condensed in the cold

And dropped from the heavens

To sit stagnant in my dark depths;

Oh to be a hill or a hummock

To be a mountain or a plateau

That the waters roll off of

As I dry in the wild winds

Beneath a warm embracing sun

The envy of each and every one