Life of a small boar

Once a crystal clear pond,
even when droplets of rain disrupt the peace on the surface
it was never long til waves subside and
the depth visible

Now, buried within stones and withered leaves
slides of mud constantly stirred to cloud the clear water
no longer source of water that is readily giving
for hiding inside are things not known off

Even if precious pearl is buried deep down
under the layers that block the rays of sunlight
there it stays the lone gem
time will pass and nothing will be of importance anymore