Some people say that I am one thing.
Others say that I am many.
Ever since the world began
I have been moving in an endless circle.
Sometimes I fall from the sky.
I am the rain.
Sometimes I cascade.
I tumble
down,
down,
over the moss-covered rocks,
through the forest shadows.
I am the mountain stream.
At the foot of the mountains,
I leap from a stone cliff.
Spiraling.
Plunging.
I am the waterfall.
In the shadows of the mountain,
I am still and deep.
I fill
an overflow.
I am the lake.
I wind through broad, golden valleys
joined by streams,
joined by creeks.
I grow ever wider,
broader and deeper.
I am the river.
I pass through a gateway
of high stone palisades,
leaving the land behind.
Cool silver moonlight
sparkles and dances
on my waves.
I am the sea.
Drawn upward
by warm sunlight,
in white-silver veils
I rise into the air.
I disappear.
I am the mist.
In thousands of shapes I reappear
high above the earth in the blue sky.
I float.
I drift.
I am the clouds.
Carried by winds
from distant seas
I move,
growing heavier,
growing darker,
returning.
I am the storm front.
At the wall of the mountains,
I rise up
as gleaming power-filled towers
in the darkened sky.
I am the thunderhead.
I blind the sky with lightning.
The earth trembles with my thunder.
I rage.
I drench the mountainside.
I am the storm.
Storms come.
Storms pass.
I am countless droplets of rain.
left floating in the silent air.
I reflect all the colors of sunlight.
I am the rainbow.
I am one thing.
I am many things.
I am water.
This is my dance through our world.