Water means life for so many.  Fish insects birds bears.  It is a life breeding entity that renews the spirit with each visit.  It is a kind of love.  It's as if you have forgotten all, friends, family, passion, hope, only to feel it return with one quick rsh.  It is life and freedom and rights and laws.  Freedom from restriction, expectation or anothers hope unless it is honest and true and of the ne you love.  Water is the way.  It ramblings as it speaks, talking forve yet never saying a word.  It is a feeling of content like a fathers voice or beleif in the soul and true potential.  It changes over time, water does.  It shimmes, it rushes, it thrumms like songs from the deep.  Theree is a calm beside it its speak joyous and innocen and unsullied by the struggle for power or the returning of the self.  Freedom!!!  I feel it and I am fullfilled.  A clenched fist salute and a perfect drfit throught he ight pocket.  There is hope there.  Water knows my name.  We are friends s if from youth communicaion was struck.  Before anger and pain or doubt.  Before the effect others hate seems to have ont he world.  There is love out there.  I have found it before and I will find it again.  Between now and then water willbe my friend.  It speaks in elven tones escaping the harshness.  There is no worrry of polotics or war or societies silent straying.  It is of purity and lightness ands jy in the heart as if all was for goten but that which really needs tp be rmembered and though in wys I am stricken and may never be unsvathed there is still the feeling of being heard and binging joy to nother for no other reason than because it is right.   We live within rules when they are not necissary.  We all know love nd that is good.  so speak listen comprehend reflct create but most of all love be it a eiver or a friend or even one so sacred as to share life with.  Expect little receive less and take joy in what you got.  little secretrs and a river.  Now how could that feel wrong.