She becomes what she is poured into

She wears the colour we mix it with

She becomes river when we allow her to flow

And she nourishes all embracing her

When flowing, she is transparent like crystal

The transparency showing colourful stones and soil lying at the bottom

Upon touching, she calms us

Upon diving deep into it, she excites and pacifies us equally and simultaneously

But she becomes puddle, if we hinder her flow

And she accumulates waste serving us nothing

Flowing is what she is

Giggling is vivacious to her

Dancing is what she loves

Nourishing is what she enjoys

And coexistence of excitement and peace is what she is

She is life, our very own existence...