The Jealous of Water's Love

The Jealous of a water’s Love

So colorless and filled with multiple colors
So weak and venerable; but powerful and strong
Harmless and friendly; yet dangerous in adversity
It comes in drops, but falls in torrent
It rolls in drips; yet like an avalanche it rushes
Thus is water made; a morning friend but an evening
Adversary

It is cold and chilling,but hot and scalding
Soft and plasmatic; yet stony and impenetrable
It is light and floats , but heavy and deep
It could be tossed and splashed about contemptuously;
Yet it brushes aside and washes asunder, whatever in its wake

From its fountain upon the mountain top
It cascades down, streaming into springs and falls
Meandering downstream into rivers and seas
And into one gigantic mass of plasmatic assemblage;
Thus, our ocean is born: untameable by man’s invention

It lays flat and docile; yet rolls tempestuously in
undulating heap
breaking forth destructively upon the shores
leaving in its wake ruins and desolation,
a world of tumult, pain and anguish
So friendly but jealous is a water’s love
Hence, we conform to the caprices of water