Water

Stirring and melting the lazy dust,
A storm ending its restless wanderlust.

Mashing the hard, rocky mud,
Bringing into bloom the sleeping bud.

The trees shiver in the sudden cold,
And watch as black clouds unfold.

Quenching the sea, thirsty and parched,
Cleansing the earth, sterile and starched.

The mountains watch the rolling mist,
And reel under the might of the rain’s fist.

Solid ice, thinner than blood,
Crushing down in a merciless flood.

Liquid meteors come down in a roar,
Pounding the earth to its core.

The world witnesses the bloodless slaughter,
As it falls before the cold Wrath of Water!

- Aviv Nair
14 Jan, 2008