My Courtyard's Pond

My Courtyard’s Pond

a filthy muddy pond
with few flowers around
someone throws stone
with a light dump sound
ripples are its smile
they remain a moment
then lost aside
moving to and fro
dancing flowers smile
murky wasn’t pond
has lost its beauties
‘caz of stones tough hard
O’ dear thrower
stop ever ny
happy are we
as thee throw to ease
thy palm wet brow and eye
in death culminates stagnancy
who likes to die
O’ dear thrower
stop ever ny