9 June 2012
I hold the enigma of this fleeting state
Called life in my hands,
And just like I it can run through your fingers
Unless you follow my commands.
You want me then you shun me,
You think you can contain
My form in jars and jugs
But mortals, think again.
I can rage as furiously
As any of the others,
The embodiment of crushing wrath
As you cling to ether in foam and bubbles.
I can simply starve you dry
Our quell you with overkill
As in tempests I employ my sheer weight
To crash onto your fickle wills.
I can be a saviour
As I drench your dusty fields
And am guzzled by your thirsty kin,
Really, I'm your only need.
I can be seen as the graceful trickle
In the melodious babbling brook,
Or the rythmic ebb and flow
As upon the oceans you look.
But know this mortals, that is only
How you see me at peace,
Soon you will cause the storm
That will end your Reaper's lease.
The Elements: Water • Opuss № I