I look into the shimmering water,
And I look to the reflection of the sky…
The tiny ripples get my attention,
Stretching past everything in their way…
Are they fur of the pond,
Attracting my attention in a way…
I walk closer,
And take a glimpse of my reflection..
Standing their lonely …
The wind kisses the water again,
Ane There appears a little correction…
Water is shimmering again…
In its own way,
And all I can see,
The reflection
Of stretched sky and lonely me.,
– Wanderlust Wordsmith
