Watching how nature renews itself every year,
and then, marches through seasons clear.

With all of the creatures reaping the best,
of new birth, growth, maturity and harvest.

Before the cold winds of November blow,
in midwinter, most sleep beneath snow.

Those that don't, hanging onto life,
waiting for spring to end their strife.

All creatures, both large and small,
depend upon the pond for their all.

Many lessons can be learned,
Pond-side, pondered and earned.

For those that have or take the time,
the blessings are great, they find.

If everyone had a pond to contemplate.
Life would be so peaceful and great.