Water
A still reflection
of shining blue.
A gust of wind
and it shivers.
In a stream
it runs downhill,
jumping and hopping
over pebbles and rocks.
In a river
it runs a little faster
sweeping through the gaps
and twisting the corners.
On a beach it waves,
wafts white foam high
and collapses
when nobody waves back.
In an ocean
it is home
to the millions of life
we cannot see.
It simmers in the sun,
waits to be told
where to go
and where to stay.
With a twinkle of the eye
it rests
letting the night
take away its pain
until tomorrow.
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