Upon The Silence Of The Pond

there is no futility
in the silence reigning upon
the pond
for the lilies too know
how to please
those silenced and
those who choose to be
silent
in here the tiny tadpoles
dance with their
cute tails
beneath the spreading
leaves
on beautiful choreography
of instinct
the clouds reflect
their changing faces
the lotus blooms
a dragonfly hovers upon
a blade of grass
and rests
its weary transparent
wings

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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