So pristine and pure,

Restoring and healing, it’s a cure

In the streams, out in the sea

as vapor, as ice, its water see?

It glitters like a mirror,

either bigger or smaller its clearer

It removes dirt,

and quenches thirst

springs life where it flows,

like a lamp that glows

way up in the mountains,

where water fountains

Little trickles

Little dribbles,

It drips

And it drops

Up high it chooses,

up the misty bushes,

up high in the clouds,

water thunders so loud

A drip at a time, it splashes

like a wood gradually burns to ashes

So little it gathers

so massive it matters

Way down the low land

it runs, slowly

yet so mightily

Heaven cries, it rains

Earth rejoices, it gains

Water baths the earth,

as earth gives birth

to fish, trees and birds

Water, what a precious matter

that all enjoys where it gathers

Like a mother, it prepares,

and life giving, it repairs

lacking water, one cannot make

for one to make,

its water it take

water is Mother

Yes it is, it’s only water