In another part of the world, on another evening, the water was glowing.
Above it was blue & gray, crimson & fair.
The water danced to the tune of whispering winds.
It meant December, an year was about to end, before another would begin.
It didn't matter to the water much if anything ended or begun.
It had to flow nevertheless, always!
It had its own repulsions, displayed various emotions, or just a reflection.
But always remained in sync with the wind, emulated an air.
To some it would appear as an arrogance that would destroy anything while the others thought of it as the only source of living.
The grace & shine remained like before, didn't matter which month or the year it was.
The music changed, wind went mute.
Christmas beats replaced the evening above.
Dark night aroused water further & more.
The dance was a thing to look out for.
Colors changed, so did the music.
Reflection was only for the naked eyes.
The dance had to continue & the water obeyed.
While the water dances on, Life moves On!
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