Snow-capped mountains overlooking still waters,
the reflection as clear as reality;
a reality where everything is still.

Flower buds opened wide, shades of day and night
and birdsong hanging in the air, a mist of sound.

A ripple in the reflection; the song starts anew, the flowers
sway in the gentle mountain breeze and the snow falls afresh.

If only time could stop once more, like that still reflection, and
magnify the beauty all around; just for one moment…