Four Elements: Water

It is still... barely an echo or a ripple
As it lies quiet, yet it can pierce the air
And the fire like flintrock through a heart
And covers the land in moribund fashion.

It is starving... always teeming with life
And dancing with death, keeping some forever
Afloat, and other forever drowned
Yet it hungers...

It is renewal... the angel of cleansing
Of ritual and of regimen from long ago
Flowing through us, over us, onto us
And surrounds us...

It is water... the cool and the cauldron
It clears and it muddies
A torrent that can at once be quiet.