Whispers of a Silent Pond. 🍃🌊

Beneath the quiet watch of leaning trees, 🌲

a hidden hollow cradles bits of sky — 🩵

its surface still, the pond silent and green, 💚

where time slows down, and soft winds wander by. 🌬️

The water stirs with echoes faint and clear — 🎐

of laughter, vanished days, and summer light — ☀️

a mirror shaped by rainfall, shade, and years, 🌦️⌛

by drifting leaves and hours lost from sight. 🌿

Here, branches bow to touch the glassy rim, 🌱

and dragonflies trace loops in warming air. 🧚‍♂️🌀

The world slips back — and in the hush it leaves, 🍀

a single thought returns, and lingers there. 🪶💭