When water freezes

And loses its freedom

To gurgle over rocks,

Play hide and seek

With sunrays peeking through leaves,

Or to give a lift

To a friendly fish,

Does it mourn

The seeming downturn

Of things as they stand,

Or does it go numb,

And embrace the cold as it seeps

Through its very being,

Bowing in defeat,

And paying obeisance to the forces

That call the shots?

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