A child looks down,
sees the world upside,
a glassy eye staring back from earth's depths.
To wonder is to wander.
What stories swirl beneath,
beneath the surface tension lies...
a sanctuary for drifters of thought.
Yet do not tread lightly,
for the puddles hold secrets so vast,
barometer of both gloom and gold,
like pages written by unseen hands.
What is caught must
eventually break free.
Embrace the gravity, and leap,
for within the mirrored surface,
you may lose the darkness by diving in.