More on water; its wonders

Fountains love it, of course, as do cats, rose bushes, and (likely) the pedal-fantastic, simply amazing Lance Armstrong. He must have been thirsty over there in France.

Grass has an astonishing affinity for water. With it, it flourishes in emerald abundance. Without it, it simply shuts down, fades to grocery-bag brown, and awaits the next deluge.

Water is wonderful, though large quantities of it, when riled up, can cause trouble. But on serene days and cradled between shores, it is truly a wonder.

Today's Dickinsonian oracle provides prophetic words on water's wonder:

Contained in this short Life
Are magical extents
The soul returning soft at night
To steal securer thence
As Children strictest kept
Turn soonest to the sea
Whose nameless Fathoms slink away
Beside infinity
(E. Dickinson, 1175)