Inside a pond,
wavelets of inspiring words drift.
Frogs crook, birds sing,
sneaks slither.
A place for poetry to be born.
Born, as I poet swims
and drinks its fine energy.

Inside a pond of poetry,
fish live drifting graceful.
Sun shines, leaves rustle,
dragonflies glide.
A place where poetry lives.
Lives, as I poet breathes deep,
feeling the blessings of the day.