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The water fell from the sky

through time

and space

to nourish the earth

and be absorbed

and changed

Sometimes it floated as a white dust to be melted into liquid as it touched a solid As a solid it held a coldness that brought soothing relief healing freshness or bitter sharpness, a whitening freeze Some chose to enter water, to float and be surrounded in its game with gravity or to swim in its mystery a depth to be explored or feared or inspired by its offerings of liquid space Water flowed through time, slowly changing the shape of the planet It turned the world into colors and offered growth a molding of shapes in slow motion In time, It rose again into the atmosphere invisible to be seen by the eye yet felt by a cheek Returning again and again as a drop of magic falling to the earth You too, my dears Are water. Lucy

©Lucy Hamel


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