In a secluded pond, clear as a mirror's gaze,
The water lies serene, like a canvas white and pure.
Yet what steals the eyes, in a colorful ballet,
Are the koi that swim, in shades of red, orange, and more.

Some say these koi are spirits of the pond,
Bestowing life and vigor to this aqueous realm.
Others claim they are but ornaments, nature's frond—
A part of Earth, under the sky's overarching helm.

But regardless of the lens through which one views,
Deniable it is not, this spectacle of grace.
For here lies beauty, in the pond and its hues,
A memory etched, in the heart's most sacred space.

Life is a kaleidoscope, ever-changing, never still,
Even the mundane can awe, if you let it fulfill.
We ought to cherish beauty, however fleeting or small,
For in this vibrant world, each moment is a gift to us all.