The powerful force of water
Drives the current of our planet
In both land, sea, and air
Everything needs it

Yet its wrath is brutal
Through the eye of a hurricane
And the arm of a wave
Leaving our society lain
Without a way to stop
The obliteration of homes,
The washing away of civilization
Leaving one left alone.

In the cold one fares no better.
The frigid wind will blow
Into our skin and bones
The pinching snow
Which sears the flesh
And flies away into the sky,
Looking for another,
Another passing nearby.

But water is still as still as the sea
And the quiet lakes of peace
Becoming the sky of the ground,
Pristine as those of the least
Corrupted sludge of our own making.
But even in the frigid north and south
We can find those lucid lakes
But protect them with more than mouth.