Her Shape

She moves in undulating beauty, a figure of mystery who fully embodies and embraces her surroundings. She cradles her arms around the earth like a tender mother and fills deep oceans like a life giving womb. Her fluid lines are as changing and malleable as the seasons smooth and silky as a placid lake in summer lazy and languid as a meandering river in autumn choppy and volatile as a torrential flood in winter laughing and spritely as a flowing fountain in spring. She can be unpredictable and freeze into icicles can break the will of the most hardened soul or soften and melt into a fresh spring of happiness. She is never silent, for her currents run deep she knows no boundaries, for she is boundless. Her liquid art is as unrestrained as the rains endless clouds form and bear witness to her. She is translucent and at times elusive she can never be fully grasped for she is the shape of water. 6/13/2021