Tell me this tale of the sun flash
Across your face, too hot, harsh,
Your candid stories like fairy tales;
To ears harrass our illumined faces,
Indeed. I learn laughter's lofty gales.
I will stare at your straight visage-
Water and steel of similar, sly page,
Smooth, flawless in its frank portrayal
Of myself. I should know how rumpled
Water grow into ripples of a storied age.
Yet you Mirror, is yet so smooth;
A worthy canvas, a brushes' tooth,
Fluffy. You narrate my falls and glory
In solemn reflective manner, yours only.
I'm humbled by your simlple, arcane story.