Wings of Water's Seasons

And then you start falling with the snow... Captured by its wings of endless purity... But at the end of all the intrigued memories... You will always find yourself to melt... Mesmerized back as liquefied water... Pale as blue like the crystal clear sky... Rising above the condensated clouds... Then releasing all its wrath and hatred... Back once again as the plain liquid... Incinerated by the furnace of the sun... Tormented high up with its infuriating blaze... But back again as the normal taste of water... Its unknown innocence lies beneath us... Just so transparent as the pale canopies of the sky... Still the same all throughout... Despite of all the millions of seasons we have... Moon, Sun... Snow or Rain... You know you're still water... When you release the pain...