I am dismal, tainted, and
mistreated.
I am blocked, forced, and trapped.
I am poisoned, dull, and weary.
This is what you’ve made me.
But I am still alive. You can make
me suffer, torture me and ruin me. But I will live forever. Even if in some
places I vanish or perhaps freeze entirely, I will always be somewhere. You
cannot kill me. My origin is a force to be reckoned with, bigger than you’ll
ever be and more vast than the extent of your imagination.
I’m a home for some, a source of
peace for others. A great way to enjoy a hobby and a place to turn to when you
need to cool off. To watch me is comforting, ask anyone, for no one has not
witnessed my immaculate beauty. Even though I am different everywhere, treated
in a number of ways, I am the same.
I flow through the structures of your
homes, wrestled to submission by your hands, condemned for as long as you
stand. To escape, to be free, be what I was once before, is what I dream to be.
To be clean, transparent and
brimming with life.
To be respected, pure and cared for.
To be beautiful, refreshed and loved.
Is what I dream to be.
I could be all those things if you
take care of me. It’s not too late. Change for me, give me some tender love and
care, and appreciate my abilities. I have witnessed amazing, devastating,
life-altering events, and the growth of your society in my long existence.
One day you’ll die, as most have
done before you, so why wait for your children to realise how much you need me?
Start now so the future is brighter, so you can be remembered as my friend, so
you can live on through me.
For I am the water that flows
through your rivers, feeding your lakes, ponds, and canals. So listen closely
to what I’m trying to say, open your eyes and see my essence, feel my calming
touch and remember that without me, you are nothing.
I will be glorious, shimmering and
divine.
I will be transcendent, bewitching
and majestic.
I will be striking, enthralling and
breath-taking.
My power will know no bounds.
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