The trees laughed with the breeze,
Catching secrets and letting go of fears.
Birds sang of love and of broken tears,
All while encompassing a hidden beauty: a pond.

The gentle ripple that echoed to the shore,
The shining light that reflected to the water’s floor.
It was a whimsical oasis,
Feeding on life and giving it right back just to thrive.

Where lily pads scattered the surface,
Creating a new color of playful wonder to the mix.
Where frogs danced to cricket chirps,
And fireflies sundered like stars.

And this,
This is where we met the first time our lips touched:
Slowly,
Gently,
And rippling through our entire existence.