Algae grows on stagnant water. 
Absentmindedly, you throw sticks into the little pond, 
And it seems as if they are the first things to disturb the surface of this water in many years.
You sit on the edge of the pond. 
A tree grows beside you. 
The sticks were once it’s branches. 
When the pieces of wood land in the water, 
They make ripples. 
The expanding circles form a picture, 
A constellation, 
And you wonder if the creatures in the pond, 
Ever wish on the stars.