The Mountain Pool

Alone, unknown, a quiet mountain pool
Rests up among the rocks where none can see.
Filled to the brim with rippling water cool,
Translucent colored with green, like the sea.
A waterfall runs into it, and yet
It small disturbs the tranquil surface mood;
As water falls, and water flows, forget
The cares of life, else melancholy-viewed.
In all of nature, water is unique
In beauty, peacefulness, sublimity;
It flows, it falls, is ever-running sleek,
And brings to quarrels equanimity.
O peaceful mountain pool, run never dry,
But e'er reflect the peaceful, sky-blue sky.