the pond must know a secret
it fills a hollow place
beauty mirrored in stillness
quietly waits in grace
weathers drought with patience
faithfully refilled
the pond must know a secret
how did it get so skilled

the pond must know a secret
see all around it grows
it’s silence sings to living things
even the marsh grass knows
the trees are fed and cluster near
cradle nest and fruit and seed
the pond must know a secret
made to be fed and then to feed

Photo Credit Tommy Stone