The Pond's Wisdom

In the cool morning mist, the first rays of the sun cast shimmering silver splinters across the surface. Here, amidst dragonflies and gentle ripples, secrets linger.

"Frogs," a voice murmurs from across the water, "they know patience, waiting silently as the world unfolds." Listen, and they may teach you the art of stillness.

A breeze rustles the reeds, carrying whispers of distant tales:

• An old turtle once said, "The path of truth is not always straight."
• Wind chimes catching the wind: "Time flows like the water, remember to float."
• Geese, flying low, honk in agreement: "Solitude is a strength, not a weakness."

As evening descends, the sky blushing pink, the pond settles into a peaceful quiet. You sense the melody of the twilight, a subtle symphony of secrets known only to those who dare to listen.