Water.

It is a clear jewel, a mirror that reflects the mood of the sky, ranging from a joyful blue to a sluggish gray. Yet it still glistens.

It is the most valuable yet unappreciated jewel because of its importance to life. It grows, purifies, and sustains. No living organism can survive without it. Especially not those who call it home.

Below its surface is a vast world containing various creatures that can fly without wings and yet still escape our grasp. A melody calls the curious to explore and embrace it.

With the wind as its instrument above and the bass of bubbles below, it is quiet yet impactful. One of gentle movement towards balance and peace. In its embrace, the water contains emotions contrary to its surface.

Although a happy sun reaches its surface easily, the warmth is often found elsewhere. It is not found in the water. There is a chill there that relaxes rather than energizes, that calms rather than excites.

The light’s perfect counterpart. A liquid that removes impurities by gently drowning and releasing each particle of brown and black as a portrait of a day’s work. Then, a new song begins to play as the sounds of the world drown out, one or even more rarity than the water itself.

Silence.

Do you dare open your eyes, or are you content with unfulfilled curiosity?

Just before the chorus begins to play, you are reminded that water is not your home. It is merely a visitor. Although when you leave it, its impression holds on.

There, on your skin are the scattered small droplets that hold on to your skin that cling on like dreams of unrequited love.

Until finally they have returned to the atmosphere or have moved on to meet the dry expanse of a towel.