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.