So many lines
Breaking the surface of the pond
Branches sticking up
Shadow branches going down
Beneath the surface

So many zones of greens
Pale blues slight ripples
Scattering reflections of their own

Mid-scene a branch forks up
Two turtles sunning looking up
As if to watch the heron poised
Gathering its thoughts to speak

A mesmerizing scene
Chance and my camera
Captured

Each day is filled with magic scenes
Our minds aren’t trained to see