The water fell from the sky
through time
and space
to nourish the earth
and be absorbed
and changed
Sometimes
it floated as a white dust
to be melted
into liquid as it touched
a solid
As a solid
it held a coldness
that brought
soothing relief
healing
freshness
or bitter sharpness,
a whitening freeze
Some chose to enter
water, to float and be
surrounded in its game
with gravity
or to swim in its
mystery
a depth to be explored
or feared
or inspired by
its offerings of
liquid space
Water flowed through
time, slowly changing
the shape of the planet
It turned the world
into colors
and offered growth
a molding of shapes
in slow motion
In time, It rose again
into the atmosphere
invisible to be seen
by the eye
yet felt by a cheek
Returning again and again
as a drop of magic
falling to the earth
You too, my dears
Are water.
Lucy
