Sometimes I am a vast glassy lake. With deep, calm waters. You can’t stop staring at me. I’m mesmerizing. You want to walk to my edges, dip your toes in my coolness, walk slowly into my dark depths and be submerged entirely. Sometimes I am so calm I am nothing but a reflection of everything and everyone around me.
Sometimes I am a racing river after a storm. I roil, I boil, I dare you to try and tame me, but you cannot. I crash through gulley’s, I smash rocks around me. I am so powerful I can carve through your very rock foundations. I can forge new pathways with purpose. You can’t dip your toes in me now, I’ll sweep you away on my currents.
Sometimes I am a puddle and you walk through me again and again. You don’t even know I’m here.
Sometimes I’m the ocean. I welcome children to play, I dare explorers to try and solve my mysteries and fathom my depths but I am the unknowable, the unfathomable. I have depths beyond the beyond of your very imagination. I have beautiful creatures within me. I have deadly and dangerous ones too. I can rise to insane swells and I can lull with the gentle swoosh of waves along my shores. I can be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. And the most terrible.
I am water. I am ever changing. I have secrets. I will carry you, if you need me to. I will feed you, if you want me to. I will quench your thirst if you are dry and lift you and hold you and rock you to sleep.
I cannot be owned. I cannot be tamed. I cannot be completely understood. But I can be loved.