It holds the sky in quiet form
It mirrors peace within a storm;
No fight no cry no restless sound—
Its depth completes what none have found
The surface smooth the bottom deep
It guards the dreams the shadows keep;
No need to move no urge to claim
It stays and yet remains the same
The mountain shouts the water knows
Its power lives in what it shows;
The calm can break the hardest stone
Through patience shaped through stillness grown
I kneel beside its silver face
I see my doubt I find my place;
The strength it holds the calm it gives—
The water stays and thus it lives