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?