Healing Ponds

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.