The water flows and feeds,
Stagnates and drowns.
It pools in poor places
And rises up and is cleansed and
rains
Back down on bare earth
And makes it grow.
It floods out dreams and washes
them
Anew. It births new life
And carries the dead down and
away.
It is wasted
And cherished and cursed and
wished for,
It is weak and strong, it freezes
and scalds,
It is all things.
Life is water, water is life.