The Pond's Thirst..

An almost dried-up pond, wait patiently in the corner of the forest.

A scorching sun, dried leaves, a heavy wind; All weathering it down bit by bit.

Before its patience ran out, the wild do turn up tired and thirsty.

The wild sniffs, get relaxed and dranks from the pond.

When it dranks, the pond for a moment, finds the wild looking at it, in its eyes.

The pond feels the acknowledgment in the eyes of the wild.

But in the second moment, the pond realizes, the wild could not see it.

The wild saw its own reflection in the pond.

The wild quenched its thirst, return back connected to its own soul.

The pond stays back, holding that half a moment of acknowledgment.