Stillness harkened by the pond,
Yet search to no avail,
Quiet does the wanderer yearn,
White blossoms silent tale,

Unfolding are the secrets,
Of the blooming petal's moss,
The water's pond rings silent,
On the greenery's emboss,

For timeless is the here and now,
White flower blossom's grace,
And beauty shines eternal,
As the light reveals your face.