Down a River of Words: A Poetry Collection

i am Puddle

Look up and you might miss me,

a simple portion of a lake far away.

I'm removed, and seemingly

out of place, here on the

dark concrete.

Try to see the pebbles through me,

and you will miss the true point –

the beauty that isn't me,

but reflected in my smooth surface.

For truly, I'm here for that:

a reflection of something

above me,

greater than me.

I do not steal the image,

but show you the depth and intricacies,

not of my own merit,

but one which I have the

privilege of providing through a

mirror image.

There within my murky imperfection of

seemingly unimpressive waters,

behold the green leaves, and

sturdy branches,

of a perfect tree.

See me, but not simply for what I am,

but that which is within

this humble reflection.