I think it's easy to say water is fluid,
As in, it has no shape.
Every puddle, every raindrop, every wet spec
Is not the same when we wake.
With some we make maps and draw oceans with clear name.
We find lakes and call them new.
We hold firm that all water is a unique case,
But I find this is untrue.
The truth is that the lake becomes the morning dew
That the grass is prone to keep.
And every body we claim to know and respect:
Drops from the sea it reaps.
I think it is only fitting that we should weep
That of which we are made
I ponder, "how can we act so individual
When tide is prone to change?"