The polished, glinting glass,
Delicately placed onto the shining countertop,
Pellucid, crystal water,
Gushes and flows from the silvery tap,
Pours into the glass,
Bubbling before it calms to a lake-like surface.
Then the bottle is uncorked,
Blackcurrant scent gently rises,
As a splash of the purple-red blood-like liquid,
Spreads in the water like blood in an ocean,
After a shark attack,
Until the purity of the clean water is lost,
To the blackcurrant's purple tint,
A beautiful colour,
Teasing those who thirst,
Pleasing those who drink.