To be Water

To be able to contrive the path desired,
and to dance and frolic about it.
To be able to mirror the sky,
the trees and even the mighty sun,
When it wishes to be concealed.
To be able to transmit and refract,
when it wishes to be known.
To be able to absorb any stone pelted,
and to simmer down with ripples.
To be able to die and ascend,
to form pale ghostly heaps above.
And to dive down violently,
to slake the thirst for life.
To bend, twist and swirl,
to its whims.
To be Water.