Multicolored Scales
At first I thought, she never existed, the lady in the pond but then when I saw her I realized even after ten years, Id love her.
Her multicolored scales, so divide and yet so fine.
I swim in a clear pond of a beautiful garden, filled with bonsais, beautiful plants and figurines of fat fishermen and a small waterfall that carries out water, under the small bridge and into the pond.
Although my world stands still, this place is my home and forever it will.
My tail swishes from side to side, and yet Ive grown bored of this pond, that stands in the middle of a beautiful emerald garden. I hear a soft splash,
Through a forest, that only the faintest light gleaming through the dark canopy of leaves could be seen, its light reflecting off the crystal water, a river like liquid gold. It winds into a mountain, trees stand guard like gates locked tight unable to passed.
Silence sweeps the air, rustling of the trees,
A soft hoot of the owl a gentle breeze.
But as the rays of the awaken full moon shines into the forest like the early morning rise, the fresh smell of moss and wet soil, a sweet aroma of delicate flowers, trees dance, water glistening underneath the full m