Liquid Life

Underneath the moon's delicate gleam, streams dance,

Murmurs of water weave a spiritualist daze.

Magnificent deluges, antiquated and free,

Cutting stories in the core of the lea.

Undulating refrains scratched on fluid pages,

Nature's plume scribing through vast stages.

Water-expressive dance in the silvered night,

Fluid works, gleaming in the moonlight.

Streams, the singers of the earth,

Sing melodies of restoration, of resurrection.

From mountain tops to the valley's hug,

Water serenades, an unending pursuit.

Maritime orchestras, waves create,

Repeating mysteries that the seabed knows.

Tides, the heartbeat of the inestimable ocean,

A cradlesong sung forever.

However, regarding the murmurs of the purplish blue profound,

A supplication from waters where recollections leak.

Tears of waterways, an outcry's specialty,

Nature's supplication for a gentler heart.

In this fluid domain, life takes its sign,

An expressive dance of beads, a dance to recharge.

Glorious flows weave stories untold,

Water's adventure is a story to see.