Be as

Be as water, its softness wears the rough rock smooth
With a drum beat, its falling drops the sleeping babe does soothe
Held by a sponge full of holes, yet the impenetrable it penetrates
Taking the form of all that it holds, when heated it evaporates
Out of mud where it does lie, gravity at will does obey and defy
Separated from impurity it floats untouchable as a cloud in the sky
Cooled it comes back to its form, immortal it returns in baptismal rain
Calm as a summer's morn, fierce as a raging river's turbulent drain
Around obstacles it bends or with mighty force pushes through
Ever downward it extends it's hand in grace, its course to pursue
Turned mirror of reflection, it reveals all things as they are
No matter how brutal attacks upon its surface, none leave a scar
Transparent, invisible, it wets but leaves no stain
It joins what it touches, a part of all things, being plain and arcane
Quenches all men's thirst, good and evil does drown
Respects all the same from pauper to the crown