Surge

Water,
From the gentlest flow to the most raging torrent,
She is there,
The embodiment of all emotions in unsurpassed intensity.
Her mirrored contentment reaches to the depth of one's soul,
And her crystalline laughter fills the heart with unbounded joy.
She leaps and capers in a moment of wild abandon,
And in her impetuosity wanders where she wills,
Splitting mountains and cutting chasms with behemoth power and strength;
Then,
Roaring with a bellow of unending thunder,
She pushes onward to the sea,
To encircle the land in her lifegiving embrace,
And Surge forever against the shore.

Douglas James Kilburg
The Woodsinger