Dirty water pools in you like a lowly marsh, yet everything about you is far from low. The water in you now was once bubbling from a fresh pristine mountain spring. It was taken from the mountain before traversing the waters path from mountain streams, into rivers, then fed back into the sea or perhaps, by chance, making its way to an unmoving algae covered swamp.
Blacks cast shadows over still waters.
Oh what a shame such dirty, filthy water lies within something so beautiful as you.