Quiet was my stride as I gently felt the earth give beneath my small feet.
 Tranquil was the pond that lay before me, no fluctuation in her tacit flow,
 Splendor lay within her serene existence as I tried to relish her view,
 What life might be flourishing, or singing, underneath her cover blue?
 Tall ornamental grasses and Lilly pads shield her unseen world below,
 I thank God and hold this memory, realizing the beauty He does bestow.