Rippled ponds shine
Under the daylit sky.
Reflecting clouds and
The pure blue,
Shone like a mirror, turning to
Inky night.
Greeted by sinking pebbles
And passing flat stones;
Gliding across and finally
Consumed by the stillness
And the chirping crickets
Hidden in grass.
There’s a dance to it all.
Thanks to the air.
The breeze aiding restless hearts
That stop to think
And pass the time.