They say, “still waters run deep”.
A calming surface, dozing sleep.
Reflecting back what peaks through
No judgments shared, just a mirror image of you.
The wind blows it’s cool breeze
To ripple these “still water’s” ease.
Then clouds send the hard felt rain.
Pattering on the glass like surface pane.
After these elements visit and leave,
These “still waters” settle back down with ease.
No evidence of any bother on the surface.
The elements contemplate “what was my purpose?”
But they never thought to once wonder,
What in the world lives down under?
Is it beautiful treasures which hides there?
Or maybe a vast wasteland empty and bare?
Is it a monster ravenous with anger?
Or a darkness so deep, an uninviting stranger?
So you ask the water, “how deep do you go?”
“Staring at your own reflection, you’ll never know.
You’ll have to jump in so you can see,
How deep these ‘still waters’ can be.”