With hungry eyes she stared at the sky
Wishes for life birthing water
So desperately needed.
Finicky is this substance’s temperament
Steam given off can scald
Or cubes can burn.
A great transporter of minerals
Otherwise trapped in one location
Substances once settled becomes food
Both a bringer of life and a taker
As large quantities relocate materials;
As sinks bring life to deserts
Least we not forget
The master craftsman
Who shaped these landscapes around us.