The waters know what it means to be battered to and fro.

Its secrets kept in darkness.

The waves churning below.

The ocean commanding respect.

It bows to nothing and no one.

Man’s foolish attempt to control it, inept.

Whether a small puddle of rain water, or a vast ocean of blue.

Beware of the unseen dangers lurking within.

Its true depth remains out of view.

Many a man, woman, child has met their fate in waters clear.

Their linage washed away.

Grief the only comfort to those that held them dear.

And yet, we need it.

That same benevolent force.

Gave us life in the infinite.

All living creatures, born from the waters.

To step on land or remain within.

Life given to us, its sons and daughters.

For water is time immemorial.

From the very beginning, until the very end.

The sight of its power, ethereal.

We need water, it is true.

But it will never be returned in kind.

It stands alone in its virtue.

So remember, the next time you raise a glass to your lips.

To drink, to sustain life.

It’s true power will always eclipse.