Our bodies are a lot of water held
together by this magick we call life.
at birth the waters break, new life expelled,
at death the waters wash, the end of strife.

In gentle drops or forced through nozzles tight
the range of feeling seems to have no stop;
from narrow stream we jump with lowly flight
to ocean waves unlimited backdrop.

Propelling self through water helps maintain
good rainge of motion, strength, and bold delight,
in youth achievement joy which will remain,
in age attainment wise so says hindsight.

To have a pond or lake at your back door
connects your outward sight with inward core.