Like the vapour,
She is calm,cool and light,
Suppressing my anger to nothingness,
Giving me lightness of mind.
Like the rains,
She waters the crop of my emotions,
Making the harvest of my heart,
A thing called love.
Like the water table,
She fills my soul with trust and faith,
Preventing the drought of hatred.
Like the lakes,
She collects all my problems,
Settling them down in the depths of infinity,
So that they sediment forever.
Like the rivers,
She carries fast currents,
Of love, beauty, and attraction.
Like the sea,
She has a mammoth and stable character,
Having salty mood at times,
But generous enough to carry the whale of my pessimist thoughts.
Sometimes it disturbs me,
Why does the water cycle copies her?
