The Lake

 

Cold water flows

Around her little feet

Kicking and laughing,

Gurgling, splashing.

 

A gentle breeze blows

Through her long curls

Pointing and asking,

Drifting, whispering.

 

One hand steers

Across the valley of water

Turning and correcting,

Meandering, unfolding.

 

Life-long friends

The wonder of nature

Together today

And every ‘morrow.

 

Picture of Beaver Lake

Music by Sleepy Fish