Water that bellows a reflection like a crystal.

Though through the looking glass only waves like jello.

The light that reflects to give it, a glow—but ripped from it's shadow.

Several cracks and ripples, but yet beyond window light break is jello whose flavor made it taste like cake.

A triple sundae with a cold brisk beer, "Howdy I'm afraid, oh dear!"

Even the nicest sprinkles can't bring back a dry lake.

Just in the end, a single droplet is all you'll hear.

All the while the rest can bury in drought, all in a swift sleep—the day shall wake.