The pond is a mirror. Of reflections. On calm ripples. Orange, green, blue. With graceful, long-necked geese. Floating above. And feet gliding beneath. Calm ripples. Calm. Quiet. Beauty. Leaves dance down. One by one. And land on the surface of the calm pond. With calm ripples. In brushstrokes of orange, green, blue, black, brown. The beauty of nature in autumn sings a symphony of colour and beauty. There is beauty in autumn's death. There is indescribable beauty. Which puts my soul at rest.