Aequoreal and serene

As water is told of, it reflects 

one’s memories, from dusk to dawn.

From glaciers it comes down

and meet the rivers, ponds, lakes and sea, though it looks like a mirror to me.

Rain gives you the aromatic petrichor, but does it symbolize mother nature's tears too?

When it flows down the massif,

Does it sing songs of its agony?

Or does it give back what we have done, silently?

Won't mother nature feel blue,

humankind stealing its youth?

Without this potent liquid,

 Would all this even be true?

This thought has pondered me,

How will we live without this elemental? Mother nature's losing her precious little.

Our throats parched, lips sealed dry, will we then torment mother nature's life?

Won't mankind only shed tears, with no aqua left to keep alive?

It's a boggling question, my friend, is it not the way of life? Though formless, it reflects time.

This ocean of life,

Now is a pond,

Next a puddle,

Will only remain enough like a mirror, reflecting mistakes of mankind.