The Pond

This irridescent dragonfly, skimming across the pond Whirr of wings The joy it brings My heart so fond This liquid green, the lillies so still Gentle flow from the mill, such calm I had not seen Swathes of weeping willow, stirs my heart so This blue sky, made for things to fly This pond of which, I am so fond The quiet ripples of liquid green, the lillies. often I dream This verdant symphony under blue sky Matters to me I do not wonder why This musical sound of water, I have found On the pond, by the old mill, of which I am so fond Steady trickle, quiet ripple. Swathes of green willow makes my heart ache so Gentle boughs dip low, kissing the liquid green, not often seen My thoughts drift like the lily, floating on liquid green Here,there,so it seems, absorbing tranquil scene This sheltered place, my small green space, my weeping willow My heart aches so This blue dragonfly passing me by through calm blue sky I fondly sigh...