Reflections on a Ripple

Gentle whispers on the pond's face,
Moon's caress in a tender embrace.
Ripples speak in silent grace,
Stories woven in watery lace.

Each a mirror to the sky's night,
Cradling stars, a splendid sight.
In this pool, the world seems right,
Reflections dancing with soft light.

Here, in the quiet, I find my peace,
As all my tumultuous thoughts cease.
In the ripple, my soul's release,
Under the moon, I find my lease.

For in the darkness, amidst solitude,
In ripples, life's beauty is viewed.
A tranquil mind, in awe imbued,
By moonlit whispers, I am renewed.