Innate Satisfaction. (pt 1/3)

The silver pond glitters ever so slightly

As moonlight dances upon the surface,

Creating ripples of shimmering shallows,

Smooth, resting pebbles underneath glinting

Like the beady eyes of a curious serpent.

Sprinkling an ethereal sense of tranquility,

The pond hums to itself a song,

Singing, “the wondrous depths of the sea

Are nothing compared to the enchanting illumination before me.”

- Lady Bell