The Pond
Ripples drift across the surface of the old pond
Small minnows dart between the gray rocks
Fireflies play along the surface
A willow branch trails in the still water
Peace emanates from the surroundings
The night is still and silence prevails
Nothing disturbs my quiet abode
A breeze caresses the trees
A whisper of air against my ear
The pond is disturbed for the last time
The night is silent once more
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