Pond brimming with thoughts 
Pondering on life's meaning
Frogs singing sadly 
Waiting on the shore,
quiet, the storm approaches
waves licking my feet.
Pebbles, rocks and stones
play hide and seek with water 
river flows, forgets. 
Man, flake, ball and drift
frozen, scared of the warm sun,
connected by snow.
First, just a rumble 
then, angry growl, loud thunder 
Is it time to eat?

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