This is H2O. This is Water.

Water, in all its glory in three different states. A solid, a liquid, a gas.

Are we ice, the shiny smooth surface of chilled yet delicate beauty? The rain drops falling on our faces which merges with our tears to wash away our sorrows? The vaporous fog that is passing by the moors, leaving a sense of nostalgia, melancholy. a calling?

We heal, we cleanse, we renew, we nurture, we surround, enveloping those who contain us and overwhelming those who take away our barricades.

Is this danger or is this delight?

That is who we are, fluidity. We could exist as clouds, which floats on the surface of heavens above, as the waters, which flows, seeks and sinks to the untouchable depths of the trenches below, as rain, as snowflakes, we are everything but nothing at once.

You could see through us but you may also realize we would reflect right back, are you really seeing what you are seeing?

A room of mirrors, reflective windows or windows to another place, a place beyond your imaginations and dreams.

Come, let us draw you in, follow us, we will sing you our songs, sweet nothings, words of wisdom, delicious delights whispered sinfully into your ears.

We drive people mad.

Look closely, do not look so closely, you may fall in. Can you swim, can you breathe or will you drown?

Our powers are mighty, mother nature knows of our true forces, our torrents of emotions would bring down worlds, creating new universes.

Are you ready?

Love us, hate us, be indifferent to us but you can not live without us.

We are but one of the four elements.

Water. Our home.