The shadow of a heron
Ripples over the waters.
If not for the wind
Its stillness would be magic.

The shadow of a hawk
Soars over the waters.
If not for the marsh
Its wings would separate.

A canoe on the marsh
Glides past the reeds.
If not for the oars
The sun couldn’t follow.

The marsh is a mirror.
The water is the sky.
If not for the moon
Humankind would drown.