The Cup Runneth Over

Shall I compare thee to a pint of ice cream?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Chocolate chips do not shake the darling buds of May,
And ice cream’s eaten too quick a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his cream complexion melted;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By Ben and Jerry’s changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal pint shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou eat’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou hungers;
So long as men can eat, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Here comes a charming tale about two separate souls that find each other in a bowl of pea soup. Not only was the toaster turned to burn, but the microwave oven door was left all the way open. In a matter of minutes, the kitchen will perform a 360-degree somersault in the living room. The other rooms should back away because some water might spill out of the sink. And we don’t want water spilling into a special kind of room, do we?

Are you thirsty? Well, let’s have a drink then!
The water sparkles in the light like a diamond hanging from a chandelier. There is nothing that replenishes the body faster then 100% pure cool refreshing water. Water is for the body. Light is for the soul. With water and light, everything grows.
Do you doubt me?