The Lake
Sparkling on the cool, crisp waters,
The sun shines down.
It reflects off the small ripples,
Escaping the rock, tossed with force.
Surrounded by soft green grass,
And flowers of all colors,
That dance as a breeze blows by.
I lie in the grass by the cool waters,
Staring at the clouds as they fly past,
The wind, blowing away my troubles.
The tree, dropping its branches to meet me.
I stand and grab the branch,
Swinging out and letting go.
And the last of my troubles wash away,
With that perfect splash into the lake.
