First a trout, then a leaf, now a breeze
Break the surface, ripples circle out with ease
A pond at rest inhales with God to say
Fresh breath of life restore, pease cleanse my soul this day
The trout her pals, they lounge and sun each speckled tail
Little squirrel stops short, apprises me I’m on his trail
Standing tall, this nebbish looks me squarely
Chatters a lecture meant for only me
Listen up says he, cocks his tail to emphasize
I hear him clearly and vow this pond to memorize.