One tree standing by the water.
The waters of the pond stilled.
An afternoon of gentleness hushed.
How still the waters aree lifts me.
The eyes seeing, shadows of the tree upon the waters.
The reflextions I see, wantings of me so long ago.
When I was a young boy,spirit of me free as a bird.
The ripples of waters moves in circles of fish jumping up.
The winds slight blows pushes the waves into circles too.
The tree keeps shaded on the hot humid day, when the suns so bright.
Still that of a tree living and breathing life, as if reaches skies so high.
A tree the touch, the creation of God by the waters.
A hand of God we should not take for granted of.
A tree by the water.