Water

It flows through the wound
  cleansing, tingling, healing.
It flows down a parched throat
  quenching, hydration, hope.
It flows over rock and bend
  rushing, talking, cooling.
In it is beauty and life and
  death. Without it we
Perish because it is sustaining.
  we need it in our very core.
To hear, to heal, to quench
  where we are driest.
Too much, too fast and we
  drown in it, fading away
Because we thought we control
  it and it shows us once again,
We can't but sit in its beauty
  and flow with it a time.