I like the sound of water

I like the sound of water
crooning like nature’s song
from a mountain’s secret streams
I like its voice, like a lover’s
echoing whispers
within a pool in a cavern --
sometimes subtle, like dew
on a yawning leaf,
it can whoosh as if in a rush
and slap against daring rocks and ridges --
at times oddly thoughtful,
it putters and plops
and trickles on a windowsill;
or merry, it blends
with the shrieks and splashes
of running naked limbs --
forbidding, it roars
with the force of an angry ocean;
hurt, it whimpers – the sound
muffled by a confining bottle
or glass --
quiet, it lies gagged and imprisoned,
locked by a trembling eyelid.

*This is my first real attempt at poetry. My professors liked it, though, haha...