still water

Still Water In quiet morning light, it lies, A mirror to the waking skies, Where whispers dance on velvet hues, And every breath brings life anew.

Beneath the boughs of ancient trees, Where time flows slow upon the breeze, A surface smooth, like glass it gleams, Reflecting all our waking dreams.

Oh, still water, deep and wide, You hold the secrets that we hide. With every ripple, every wave, You cradle hope, you cradle brave.

Sunlight scatters, soft and warm, While shadows weave a gentle charm. The world pauses, just for a breath, In your embrace, we find no death.

The dragonfly flits, a jeweled dart, As ripples shiver, fleeting art. A world beneath, a realm unknown, In quiet depths, life’s mysteries grown.

The heron stands, a sentinel proud, In contemplation, silent, unbowed. With patience forged in ancient lore, He waits for fish, he waits for more.

The willow bends to kiss your face, In every droplet, a soft trace Of stories whispered, dreams once spun, In twilight's glow, they come undone.

Yet still water teaches us to be, In moments quiet, wild, and free. To listen closely, to pause, to see, The magic woven in stillness’ decree.

In twilight's hush, the stars align, A cosmic dance, a fate divine. With every twinkle, a wish bestowed On still water’s ever-glowing road.

The moon descends, a silver ship, In gentle waves, its lanterns dip. It casts a path on your smooth breast, Inviting dreamers to find their rest.

The stories of lovers, lost and found, Are etched in silence, in this sacred ground. Their laughter lingers in the evening air, In every heartbeat, in every prayer.

The world rushes on, in frantic race, But here, still water holds its place, A refuge from the storm’s embrace, A timeless pause, a sacred space.

As twilight deepens, colors blend, The hues of dusk, a soft descend. The sky ignites in fiery hues, And still water drinks in all the views.

Reflections warp, then slowly clear, A dance of colors, far and near. Each glance reveals a hidden truth, A bridge between our past and youth.

In winter's chill, when all is bare, You hold the frost, a silvery glare. Each flake a story, each crystal bright, A testament to the long, cold night.

In spring’s embrace, you wake anew, With petals falling, kissed by dew. The world ignites with vibrant sound, As life emerges from the ground.

Yet in your depths, the stillness breathes, A lesson whispered through the leaves, That life’s a cycle, a winding stream, Of joy and sorrow, of hope and dream.

When thunder rumbles, storms collide, You cradle chaos, hold it inside. With every tempest, every fight, You find your balance, your inner light.

For still water knows the weight of time, It flows with grace, it flows with rhyme. And in its heart, it cradles all, The rise, the fall, the great, the small.

So let us gather by your side, In moments where our souls confide. In your embrace, we learn to be, To find the peace in life’s debris.

For when the world is loud and fierce, And all our worries seek to pierce, We’ll seek the solace that you hold, In every ripple, every fold.

In your calm depths, we find the way Through murky waters, come what may. With courage drawn from your still face, We’ll journey forth, we’ll find our place.

Oh, still water, vast and true, In your embrace, we start anew. With every sigh, with every tear, You teach us love, you hold us near.

So let the stillness wash away The burdens borne from day to day. In your reflection, we find our song, In still water, where we belong.