A picture taken at the edge of a large lagoon reflected the sky when it was developed.
Earth and sky have never met,
And will not do so soon,
Except of course unless they play
At the tranquil emerald lagoon.
Where up is down, and down is up,
And depth becomes the sky,
The green is blue or the blue is green,
Now something's gone awry.
Who owns the depth, and who the height,
It's really hard to say,
And when the sun has come to set,
Who owns the light of day?
This slice of Nature's sleight of hand
Is a tricky double play,
But reflection's image don't mirror the mind,
Its logic that carries the day.