If there is magic on this planet

it is in the water;

 

It can flow and bend,

change its form freely as it

wears at the sand and stone,

grinding, scraping fiercely as it

 

Floats suspended in the air,

takes abstract shapes,

drifts in the winds,

 

Whipping, thrashing

tearing, crashing,

houses taken in one stroke,

trees dragged out to sea,

 

Dancing, gliding,

falling, lifting,

forms patterns,

whisps of crystals

 

As they dance together,

sailing the sky.