You want to hold me, keep me from going away. You try to keep me under bondage, forgetting that you can’t, no matter how hard you try. I might temporarily take the shape of the vessel you cage me into, but very soon I’ll find a crack and I’ll get away. I travel to new countries, exploring the new and the unseen. En route, I merge with the mighty and the humble alike, losing my identity and becoming a part of them.  

You want me when the heat is unbearable on a summer day, like sweetness exploding from cloudy skies.  When the pain is intense, I’m the bitterness flowing from your eyes. I can be a life giver and preserver, nourishing the seeds you sow. When angry, I can wipe it all away.

You know me. I am water.