Universal Element

Time ticks by so slowly,
and still the universe,
remains chaotic.

However only fretting about our part, 
often keeps a slice of universe,
in semblance of order.

What fun is order anyway,
I prefer to be like water,
Calm and flexible upon the surface,
A strong current pushing onward.

Like water cool and beautiful,
Serenity and healing,
Everything and nothing.

What fun it will be,
To become like water,
The inconsequential element,
Overlooked and disregarded.

Barely noticed, yet every present,
Ignored when bountiful,
Yet vital to existence,
Water, the humble one.

The End

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