The Story Of Water

She gently pats the shore

Thy silent still stand
And listen to her story
On the moorland

Her transparency is her beauty
She hast mirrored thy thou charm
Peaceful noise she makes
And her coldness is warm

See the invisible sparkle in her
See her flowing through your eyes
See the wanned tears reach thy lips' corners
From where thy begin smiles

Oft you had her in your hands
As droplets, tiny but mighty
Every little bit you drained
By letting it fall slightly

Nor can thy ever repay her
Ever will she ask neither
She always takes you along
Even to her abode thither

Thy and she end together
Thy end as she doth
Thy saw her love you
Thy shalt see her wroth

With her, you stay
Without you she won't leave
Thy empty her, finish her
Her from earth thy thieve

When moon will be much below,
Below you that night
In heaven, this story of water
To you granny will recite