Still waters run deep
Has always been the saying,
And rolling stones gather no moss
But here the still waters are shallow
And the stones are thick with moss - even though they roll
Every part is touched by light
And warmth

Glittering light picks highlights off the water
Catches the stir of algae,
As a pike breaks the surface
A turtle on a rock, limbs spread out
Butterflies gather on low branches
Hanging moss

Can you hear the birdsong?
The whir of hummingbird wings
Bees buzz 'round a busy hive
There are dryads nearby
Keeping watch over
The bright little fen