Water, The Chameleon Poem by james watkin

Water, the aloof ice-queen
From her mountainous keep
Sleek of hair does leap.
Into girl's pebbly capers;
No deeper than girlish thought.
Of a girl's look of bliss wrought;
Shyly that shimmers.

Water, the cloud-robed head of
Which force of a skied charging
Hits the ground, running.
Heard for boy's stomp, unstoppable;
Chuckled boyish disregard;
On through boy's mood, fouler marred;
Flood's mud-churn. Trouble!