Reflection in the Water

I walk down to the water,

cold as cold and be,

and down near that water,

can you guess what I see?

I see myself in full color,

skin, shirt and all,

and I see the sun,

welcoming the coming fall.

I smell the soft cold air,

I feel the gentle breeze,

and when I see that sun,

I slide down to my knees.

For what is more perfect,

the water or the sun,

they are both equal,

each other they do not shun.

For the water reflects the sun,

and the sun embraces the day,

the breather of light 

welcomes the night,

knowing his day is done.