True symbol of Metamorphis
Twice a day the shorelines I kiss
With the rain I rush down to the sea
Like a shimmering mirror I reflect what you see
Where I run sculptures cut deep in the land
Trying to capture me I slip through your hand
Watch me come and go with each tide
Secrets revealed briefly but then I hide
Life nurtured from sky’s gift as I fall
Whether in waves or brooks hear my call
In return for life water must return to sky
For without me all would whither and die
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