Watrer words imbue oceans with love.  Their essence is to supoprt in the ways of the natural world.  Man consumes while nature renews.  They are in opposition.  The way of peace is appreciation.
The beauty in the natral world is honest.  It distills mitslef, refining back to purity those things htat exprexx joy.  This may be the curvaceous ay of a river or the white underside of a bucks tail.  We can offer calm in the face of fear and in love, fullness.  That love that is\true strays from the way of human circles to a place where a butterlfy sips nectar from the psotule sof a summer flower.  It is also found in the rise of a trout, one of natures truly beautiful creations.  The magnanamous swirl, the flck of the tail, the darkly spotted sides.  It s all part of the experience of naure that can be found despite the huaq worlds hate.  There is love, and, although trust is sometimes misplaced there is learning, of goodness of right and of whomit can be lain apon.  People fight, and yhet, after dissipation, love is left the harninger of spring.  and with it flowers and the young ones and spring a constant reminder of beauty depsite the dischord, love amidst the mistrust.  ANd so it goes.  Water is the way; mark my words.