Reflect

Its clear and deep,
  you glide cautiously,
Over its surface,
  hoping not to plunge in.

The clearness attracts you,
  further and onward, slowly,
Seeing and taking it in,
  because it is amazing.

Then you realize,
  it is just a picture of you,
Frozen under so much
  glass, might it break.

It's only breaking you,
  the rocks, the peace,
The sliding along,
  it was all meant to reflect.