Water Magic
If there is magic on this planet
it is in the water;
It can flow and bend,
change its form freely as it
wears at the sand and stone,
grinding, scraping fiercely as it
Floats suspended in the air,
takes abstract shapes,
drifts in the winds,
Whipping, thrashing
tearing, crashing,
houses taken in one stroke,
trees dragged out to sea,
Dancing, gliding,
falling, lifting,
forms patterns,
whisps of crystals
As they dance together,
sailing the sky.
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