Pond

The essence of

My childhood

Like a second

Home

So majestic

It makes the viewer forget

The goal

Of what they are to achieve

But if you stare at it closely

It stares right at

You

Reminding the admirer

Their true beauty

Its colors

Flow like they are

On a canvas

So blue the admirer gets lost

Like the sky

So easy to get lost

The clouds go by reminder

The admirer

Past memories

Good and bad

Light and dark

Warm and cold

Pain and comfort

So many ways to describe the

FEELINGS

The memory ripples

Over and over

Just like the blue abyss

That the admirer is getting lost

In

Like a

Kid with his new T.V.

So confused

It is

Not sure where to

Go

Where steer

Pushed around by the

Little inhabitants

They swirl

Around in

And

Out

Repeating the ripple

The cycle

But they are

Too youthful

To understand its true beauty

But the beauty

Is up

To the admirer

But what is the admirer

What do you think

What do you know?