fauxcroft

I see ripples flow a across a mirrored lake,

Rolling across, yet tranquilty is replaced in its wake,

For as in life no matter how many ripples may occur,

Stillness and peace will always return.

As long as there was peace and tranquillity to start,

As long as the original environment was calm,

Then the ripples of impermanence will surely pass,

For in the end what is born calm will always last.