This busy world

Frenetic ants

Scurry to and fro;

Their loads of burden

Weigh them down

Their faces play a show.

Below the pond

Their duck-like legs

Paddle like dogs in water;

The currents strong

The rapids fierce

They’re fearful, oh to falter.

But truth be told

The waters still

Could soothe a troubled mind;

If vice-like grip

Could free its hold

A sense of peace untwined.