I am water, see-through and plain,
Yet delicate and tranquil.
I am smooth and calm,
Yet harsh and destructive.

Balanced and melodic in the echoes of the waves,
From the winter violin of the Pacific oceans
To the summer cello springs of Cascate del Mulino.
We are one and universal, predetermined and present,

From the birth of all existence to its inevitable end.

We are the nurturing shell of life, hot and cold,
An embryo of our world’s existence.
From the Jordan River to the Great Limpopo,
From the Indian Ocean to the coasts of the United Kingdom.
I am the thread and line between life and death,
The limbo of existence, like winter’s snowy embrace
To the summer shower of joy.

I am a hollow and filled life,
Harsh to my enemies, gentle as a mother’s embrace.
Like a lucid dream, I drift into the abyss of winter’s embrace,
Calm as the symphony of snowflakes envelops me,
Each flake a delicate note in the silent orchestra,
Where the wind’s whisper is the violin,
And the ice’s crack is the cello,
A harmonious melody in the stillness of the cold.

I am a free and calm dual sword, sharp and dull,
With myriad personas, a speared thespian,
A gesture of quirks from the firm, icy Arctic
To the soft, whispering ponds and streams,
To the liquid, boundless Atlantic Ocean.
In the depths of my being, the sea whale glides with ancient grace,
Its massive form a testament to the ocean’s timeless dance.

Above, the dove’s wings slice through my waves,
A fleeting whisper of peace in the tumultuous sea.
As spring’s first bloom breaks through the frost,
I am the gentle thaw, the promise of renewal.
Under the watchful gaze of the moon,
I shimmer like a thousand stars upon the sea,
Each ripple a glistening thread in the fabric of night.
In the laughter of children by the shore,
I am the joy that dances in their eyes,
Their giggles are like the tinkling of tiny bells,
Echoing across the sands of time.