Oh, drop of water
Crystalline, pure and clean

That flows through the brooks and streams, giving life to all it gleams.

Oh, cleansing solvent
If you should choose to move mountains

Or mould valleys, it is in your slick hands,
To meander, sway and shape the lands.

And when you reach the seas, do not refrain, be free, for all is one and one is thee.

Oh, saline body
with the lunar light you move in waves

The navy abyss lies below you so dark
But you shine bright in caverns and so stark.

Oh, cleansing spirit
That nourishes the dead and the mortal

You need not to change
For you are forever young, an endless portal

Oh, fountain of life
Why are you hence rash and violent?

You cut and carve your way through rock
I long for you to stop, long for your silence.

Oh, single drop.
You fill my vision with a kaleidoscope of blue

And then you fall on to my skin;
A waterfall weep, an everlasting, treacherous dew.