In the properties of water
Lie the chance of transformation
Without the loss of identity.
Earth to sky, sky to earth.
Caught in its perpetual cycle, it returns to us
Like a promise in unexpected forms.
It rises away then falls again,
Pooling in our lakes resting gently before us.
Without the churning of ocean currents,
A lake has learned the quiet patience
Of this promise. It remains rooted to the earth
Like the trees that line its shores.