Whisper's Of Water

In the support of sunrise, where the main light spills,

A waterway stirs, with giggling that rushes.

It winds through the valleys, a silver string turned,

Mirroring the commitment of the day recently started.

With a murmur of flows, it moves through trees,

Flickers of daylight get the delicate breeze.

Each wave a story, each wave a delicate murmur,

Reverberations of ages as the world floats by.

Mountains stand monitor, their pinnacles clad in white,

While cascades tumble in an outpouring of light.

They sing to the stones, in a language so old,

Of excursions untaken, of undertakings untold.

From the quiet of the woodland to the thunder of the ocean,

Water conveys the mysteries of everything that could possibly be.

In pools profound despite everything, where the peaceful lives on,

Impressions of dreams sparkle delicately at sunrise.

It feeds life, from the roots to the skies,

In the core of every animal, its embodiment agrees.

The delicate downpour falling, an ensemble sweet,

Delivers the wildflowers, an embroidery perfect.

However tempests can emerge, with a rough thunder,

As water's furious anger can break the shore.

In tumult and quiet, it shows us effortlessness,

That life recurring patterns, a persistent race.

So let us recall, in our rushed development,

The force of water, the excellence of possibility.

In each drop accumulated, in each wave's peak,

Is an indication of nature's everlasting mission.

To stream and to shape, to recuperate and motivate,

In the profundities of our being, it lights a fire.

So tune in, dear companion, to its unending hold back,

For in murmurs of water, we track down delight and agony.