Aqua

It was a time of grief
departure was so brief
they rose and picked their feet
and walked into the heat

The sun had stroked their head
for water they had prayed
and many years since then
a time of tradition

We crush and mix and make
no bread nor pie or cake
for water shall not scour
where there may be some flour

But out of driest days
abundant water stays
while flour goes away
a week hence from today

So water fills our food
and raises our good mood
and to remember days
when Egypt thrived off slaves

We make our own concrete
but not to build, to eat
haroset we now get
not dry but blissfully wet

There's more food, by the way
but those another day
will get their proper place
haroset we now taste