A still pond lies under moon’s gentle grace, Where silver ripples weave a dreamlike lace. No frog disturbs the peace of this dark night, No wind stirs shadows in the fading light. Once, children laughed along its mossy edge, Skipping smooth stones from a rocky ledge. Now time has hushed their echoes, slow and deep, As water cradles secrets in its sleep. A lone heron stands guard in misty blue, Watching the stars descend in drops of dew. The pond holds memories like buried pearls— A silent wor...

A still pond lies under moon’s gentle grace, Where silver ripples weave a dreamlike lace. No frog disturbs the peace of this dark night, No wind stirs shadows in the fading light. Once, children laughed along its mossy edge, Skipping smooth stones from a rocky ledge. Now time has hushed their echoes, slow and deep, As water cradles secrets in its sleep. A lone heron stands guard in misty blue, Watching the stars descend in drops of dew. The pond holds memories like buried pearls— A silent wor...