The Pond

The Pond

The still pond mirrors the ever-changing seasons.
From the beginning,
It has recorded the birth and death
Of one season after another.
While life goes on,
Day after day,
The pond is constant.
A silent observer
Teeming with temporary life.
Never changing.
In its watery halls
It holds the secrets of the ages,
Yet no mortal shall ever escape alive with them.
These secrets belong to the annals of eternity.
Only when time comes grinding to a halt
Will the pond spill forth the wisdom contained within.
And succumb to the destiny it was appointed
In the moment of its creation.