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.
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