Still waters run deep and life is deeper still,
The meaning of time and the passing of days,
Like the tranquil pond in autumn's haze,
A time for life a time for death,
A never ending circle of birth and passing

Surrender to the summers of time gone by,
Begun in spring to end in winter,
A glimpse of peace to be had,
The resignation of the simple truth

King and slave the strong and weak,
All to pass when time has come,
None to see the coming hereafters

Such vanity of men to think they understand,
If only they could see the loss of all they have,
Great and small live and die,
Some can see and some are blind,
Those that pause to drink in beauty,
Those that see only usability

What can the one see in a peaceful pond?
What does the other see in wealth?
The one will last, the other fails,
So who has when the day is gone?

When the end is written and all are gone,
What once was is now forever thus,
Did the man touch in passing?
Was the word of kindness spoken?
A moment in time can last or fade,
The legacy of the maker is the pen that says

The calm surrender of life and love,
What is the height, what is the depth?
Life is love and love is life,
From that apart the rest is none

So sit by the pond in autumn's grace,
Listen to the bird, the frog, the cricket singing in the night,
There to find the calm surrender,
the passing of time, love and laughter