Pond
Where the crickets sing,
When the fish sleep,
This is where I am running
When my soul needs safe keep.
The mist dances in the air,
The grass sways beneath my toes,
Even with unbrushed hair
This place relieves my woes.
Cool, clear water
Surrounded by scented oak.
Away from my father—
I just heard a frog croak.
A dry throat from running
Yet it is always worth it.
I always end up humming
And my tired legs make me sit.
I fall to my knees like a log,
The trees are angels guarding me,
For even in the thickest of fog,
Only here can I fully see.