Decision

The Pool of Uncertainty is chilled quite cold
No bottom has been told
The shadows of ripples have never been seen
Yet the water is crystal clean.

One ray of light entering the pond in search
Of some branch to perch
To sing its song in joyous sound
A steady base is found.

One leaf takes flight off Tree's arm
To drift into a harm
Impossible to see from such great height
Staying afloat takes mare mite.

The Wind of Choice gusts crisp and clear
Results may not bring a cheer
It sometimes blows, gently with flowers and warm
And others as bees swarm.