Rippling

I watch the water ripple
within the gentle breeze
as sparks of sunlight dance
upon the water in the pond

for they know beyond all doubt
that depth contains no fear
and the thought of far and near
just simply fades away

while there, the trees are whispering
in secret mystery
as naturally, they bend and sway
to breathe the air
that flows in waves

Rippling
just like the water in the pond
while light responds
to everything that is . . .

?Michaelette?

5/22/2000
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