"Just a puddle,"
Is what they said.
Never knowing
What some mud and algae
Can really become.

Time changes all,
Turns skin into bone,
And carbon into coal.
But diamonds grow
From simple petrified chunks.

A lake had grown
Too quickly to track
And impurities purged
With crystal springs
Through cracks underground.

I was only an egg
Planted under silty loam,
Awaiting the days
When I saw sunshine
Through the water's surface.

That life is real
With a geyser's blood
Pumping virtuous freshness
Into tangible conception.
All that glitters is not golden.

Silver glows line the wakes
And pierce the depths of darkness.
Light is not infinite,
But it reaches my home
And that is enough
To hope that this ocean
Will purify the world.