water constantly shapes the landscape 

millions of miniature mystical molecules mingling and meandering

changing temperatures dictate their collective state of mind

they can either float in the sea, run on the land, sleep in a bed of ice or fly in the sky

one day the bay was frozen

the next it was all melted

surface waters could once again invite the wind to dance

together they skipped all over the bay like kids running from school

sad soggy brown grasses reemerged from the snow blanket

animals returned to forage after a frozen fast

birds flew in a snowless sky

fish jumped to taste the warm air

the bay woke slowly from its chilling slumber

its freed waters resumed their wandering with tides and winds

evaporating water molecules were trapped by warm air

millions of unwelcome molecular guests hovered over the bay to make fog

without caring, they mischievously schemed to blot out my view of the sun and sky

eventually the sun intervened in this dispute

banishing them all up into the clouds

to rain on somebody else’s distant parade

water is the paint on the landscape canvas

the artist’s brush never stops moving

his imagination is endless

I will forever be in awe thanks to his infinite supply of paint