Water Man
Water Man
A shrouded presence moves over the water today,
Hiding his face in the swirling mist, his mood a mystery.
Will he stay tranquil or get tempestuous?
Rippling his muscles in the sinuous seas,
Frothing with fury in a raging gale, only to make sky cry.
Or, when the vapors clear, showing his brighter side,
Dancing on the wind-blown waves,
Laughing with the purling ripples along a cobbled beach,
Then calm and serene under moon-lit heavens.
There is a presence in this Great Lake,
A body of water. Within it, a depth of feeling.
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