A Letter to Our Shape Shifter

Dear water,

It is you

Who has the ability to provide life,

Yet possess the power

To take it away.

You are the basis

Of all living creatures.

But, willingly,

You can thrust down,

Drowning our organs,

As they bow in your presence.

And just as the sky is wide,

You are deep.

For as mythical as shape shifters

Are said to be,

I believe you to be

A version of such.

For not the sky above my head,

Nor the ground beneath my feet

Is deprived of your existence.

Whether I traveled to the farthest ends of the earth

Or became a criminal

On the run,

I would never be able to escape you.

Your transparency is deceiving

As you are all but an open book.

Why is it that you,

So silent and majestic,

Have such a temper?

Do you rage at the way

We abuse your giving nature

With all our humanly greed,

Frivolously dismissing

Your thunderous tantrums?

Just as a child

Is to be nurtured,

You are to be cherished.

As when I look upon you,

I see myself in your refection.

It is then that I know

That you hold the faces

of every living being.

You are the connection

between us all.

You hold our very existence

In your hands.