I wonder who you answer to,
O most precious of drops
that come to cloud our skies?
How strange, even odourless
and colourless, your absence
is always sorely missed.
How easily you flow
with purpose into our lives
as we meander through life.
Being ever reflective in the sun,
cool in the night, all grow to
appreciate your virtues.
As the true heir to clarity
and light, even life eagerly
awaits you in all its seasons.
For, however, tasteless you are,
thirst is quick to rush to you
in aid of desperate lips.
Even your moments of white
stillness speak of great strength
whose coldness can move mountains.
Blessed with fluidity and brotherly bonds,
pools, rivers, lakes and oceans
are keen to hold your essence.
Universal solvent, you are one of a kind,
all will forever seek to know you,
but please… always, – always be mine!