The bright sunlight reflects off the crystal-clear pond;
This light, I have seen, is a fickle entity:
Sometimes, it is harsh and unforgiving, as in a desert;
Other times it is warm and inviting, as on a spring day.
The sun is obscured on cloudy days
But not completely. The light is strong
And some glistens through the thickness.
There is awesome power in the sky.
The pond's surface is broken by a duck alighting;
The light scatters then realigns itself.
It cannot be destroyed, for it is not there;
Yet it is and we can feel its warmth.
Sunlight can be bent and broken
But not for long. It always returns
To its original form and alignment.
There is awesome power in the sky.