Like us, the water reflects the color
Of all that grows around it:
Gray and bare, when skies are gray
And trees are bare –
Lush and green, when rains have been plentiful
And trees grow with all their lust for living
Like us, the water hides its secrets,
Shields its young,
Covers over many sins,
And changes, ever, even in stillness
The water also lives, as sometimes we do,
Being walked over
Wow, what an original description of the patterns of human life! If I may, I would add that the great advantage for humanity that encourages me is that we have been given ways of ‘rising above’. Great poem!
I like that.