Conifers arranged along the banks
as though sculptures, living.
Looking at each one lined
as they are around the pond,
each a form, linking
one to the next
writing the story of this garden.
Times of the past,
forming the story of the present,
guiding the future.
Living among this in the water
quietly swimming,
almost leisurely, the koi
in all their colorful splendor,
a moving rainbow.
Reflecting on this
I drink my tea.