Mercurial and mobile
Adaptable, fluid
Sometimes, I am hard and ice-cold
Other times, soft and yielding
I can be mighty and terrifying
For travellers, I often grant gentle passages
I also grant treacherous passages
I glisten and dance before your eyes
I nourished your nascent body, filling the womb that birthed you
To some, I am the fluency and resilience of women
Ocean, cloud, rain, river and back again
I am the ceaseless flow of life
Observe and drink my wisdom, weary traveller
I will quench your desperate thirst
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