A Ripple

A ripple a pool of water found within the wood A sensual arousal of circles for some Thirsty creatures bow their heads to quench And bathe with the depths of natures wetness Water beetles jet around spiraling as if propelled By miniature motors of minuscule design And I being the lonely wanderer watch from afar The water lilies so sweet in their design roots Barely touch bottom but leaves big enough For a frogs bottom to rest beneath the summer sun And the magical dragonfly of natural neon colors Lands upon my shoulder to peer at me he being The analytical soul of nature. I the wanderer wish We could trade places in an instant and like the Ripple in the pool create magic that would but for A minute stir but subside disturb and yet calmly Dissipate. And who would know but I the wanderer And the dragonfly. In that instant he startled and Flew away and whether he perceived my mental Idea of madness or just got bored I did not see Him again. Ahh. Another ripple in the pool and a Splash this was a sun fish jumping quite high arching Propelling splenderous display of circus de soliel If that applied to fish. He caught his meal a rather Large moth devoured instantly. And belly flopped Back into the pool. Such majestry.