The wall held back the water as it was built to do.

Strong and sturdy for years it stood.

The water rose, and the wall began to give to,

but it held for as long as it could.

Slowly drips began to push through,

small leaks streamed tears down.

The aging wall’s greyness changed hue

knowing soon it would drown.

Suddenly, it gave way with a great gush

And the water inundated the land in a final rush.