Blanketing the globe,

its touch cools the burning, scarred rock

beneath;

projectile bubbles of oxygen

float past static jellyfish,

journeying towards

the scorching rays of sunlight above.

Popping as they breach the surface,

the air inside is released and

joins the molecular collection of

elements inhabiting the

breathable void

inside the atmosphere.

Currents of wind whip violently,

updrafts lift the atoms towards

sky-mother above.

Her chest:

voluptuous, full-bodied.

Fluffy white clouds,

the embodiment of purity on this

lovely day;

blue sky surrounds them on all sides

as they drift ever-slowly,

no particular destination in mind:

entrusted to the will of the winds.

Over luscious green jungle,

where plant life’s abounding,

their hue shifts to greyscale,

volume sheds as they weep.

Colliding with darkened soil,

splashing down into rivers,

white-tipped tongues of the rapids

swell greater,

fed by dreary skies.

Some days, some months later,

trees rooted at the shoreline

bear fruits

for their neighbors,

native men to enjoy.

Clad only in loincloths,

said humans find sustenance

in mangos bursting with flavor,

in coconuts brimming with flesh.

At the riverside

they rejoice,

toes cooled by the shallows;

buckets heavy with crystalline water:

refreshments ready for a feast!

Those same droplets from rainclouds

are ingested by lovers

as they dance by the fire

through the dark of the night.

As dirt cakes on their bare feet,

their cells swell,

hydrated

and the cycle of water

is finally complete.