Reflections on a still pond Occasional white clouds in a deep blue sky Bubbles break the surface Rippling out in concentric circles

The whispering wind sways the tall grass
A lone bird glides, a shadow flickers past
Sunlight dances on the water’s edge
Softly caressing the Lilly pads

A heron stands, poised and serene
Blending in like a statue Eyes fixed, looking for movement The air is calm, the world is at peace

(c) words and music G Todd 2025