Bottle smooth pond
Azure blue with the sky
About to awake
As i pass by
A small stone i lift
As i raise my arm
Bottle smooth pond
Soon to loose its charm
With the grace of a bowler
Overarm
I release my stone
In the pond like tarn
Surface shaken as my stone hits
Displacement of water
Physical shift
Energy follows with an outward tide
Gravity to liquid collide
I stood there for ages
Watch the energies respond
From the hurl of a stone
To the
Ripples on the Pond
Categories:
overarm, nature
Form: Rhyme