She began as a raindrop--
--solitary but surrounded, falling, full of potential.
She turned to a puddle--
--small, reflective, waves created by the smallest motion.
She was a lake--
--growing and changing, encouraging life, standing alone.
She became a river--
--roaring and murmuring, tumbling with grace, cutting through rock.
She is an ocean--
--passionate, explosive, full of hurricanes and smooth surf.
She is a conundrum--everything and nothing, full and empty, life and death.
