Silent Pond
The reflections stretch across time like silent echoes.
A fossilized thought unearths a whisper of forgotten dreams,
its message carried on the wings of absent cranes,
weaving through the veils of an amber sunset.
The pond mirrors a universe
where past and future blend
in timeless symphony.
Do you remember the voices of the kites?
They sang of the rivers beyond the stars,
tributes to the crescent moons that never wane.
Hear the Rustle