Beneath the willow's weep, where shadows dance, I kneel beside the pond, so still and trance. The water's mirror, calm and clear as glass,

Beneath the willow's weep, where shadows dance, I kneel beside the pond, so still and trance. The water's mirror, calm and clear as glass, Reflects the sky, a canvas vast and mass. I dip my hands, so cool and crisp the feel, As droplets dance and down my fingers steal. I drink deep draughts, a taste ...