Whoever saw meditating waters of death like stillness
The wisest and deepest all
Rock gently with life.
The mild breeze flits on surface
To kindle the water to senses
And the white winged nodding ibis
Trot around its rim
To pick a fish or two
All to celebrate this
Planet of the living.
Sujit Sinha
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/planet-of-the-living/
