You are water to me.
A pure, cool spring after a hot summer hike,
Gentle rain on parched leaves.
The awesome power of the ocean waves,
Unceasing and persisent.
The giddy tickle of a wandering raindrop
Trickling down my spine,
The reflective expanse of a serene puddle
Showing me ME as I am.
A laughing, leaping, exhuberant brook
Making me smile in delight.
The soothing, cleansing power of a hot bath
On a tired, sore, dirty soul.
The happy promise of a rainbow sky smile,
That the floods of life shall not overcome.
The easy and carefree support of a swimming pool,
When I, trusting, take my feet off the ground and fly.
The patient, visionary, stalactite building cave drip,
Creating over the years something wonderful.
As varied and necessary water, you are water to me.