Early morning, <br />it shines, <br />as dew on the grass. <br />It falls from the sky, <br />on invisible strings, <br />sated; the land smiles. <br />It trickles as a narrow stream, <br />or crashes down a waterfall. <br />It forms ripples on the smooth river surface, <br />or becomes reckless in the stormy seas. <br />It springs forth from the ground, <br />or settles calmly in a well. <br />It sleeps silently in the lake, <br />and dances to the beat of the rain. <br />It is quiet and mysterious in the depths of the ocean, <br />and laughing in the crashing waves of the sea. <br />It stands still and stealthy as death, <br />or runs as if alive. <br />So precariously it kills, <br />And drowns what sinks into its abyss, <br />But to those who stay on the surface, <br />Water gives life.<br /><br />Mehreen Tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/water-62/
