L'eau

They go ever down, down, down,
Into the darkest of the depths.
Monuments of nature's beauty,
They are pinnacles of creation,
Icebergs floating on frozen seas.

Below, life swarms to and fro,
While above, the surface remains still.
Expanding out beyond the horizon,
A placid plain of water.

The Nile advances across the savannah,
Meandering, undisturbed,
Save for the scaled beasts that burrow on the banks

Formed by the sweat of the snow,
A small brook glides down the precipice.
Alpine evergreens stand tall,
Stretching deep into the mountain.

Infested with worms and parasites unseen,
Brown, murky rain water fills
Shallow holes dug by weathered hands.