The little pond was only a few inches deep. It had small rocks and was surrounded by little flowers being covered with weeds. But it always wanted more. Maybe, even though it was shallow, it would have those gorgeously smooth rocks that would shimmer along with the lining of lush flowers. Petals would be sprinkled onto the pond creating those who walked by to stop and stare. But it never was so; it was just a shallow pond with shallow desires.