Water

Water, water, I touch you with my fingers, And you curl round them in a cool caress, Moulding yourself to every changing gesture With gentleness.

Water, water, I have found you laughing In mountain valleys, or where streams run swift; And I have found you sighing on long beaches Where white sands drift.

Water of life, that falls in dew and shower, That sings with many voices in stream and sea, You hold the miracle of leaf and flower, And even me.