Afternoon At The Lake

May 10, 2010
By Anonymous

I sit by the lake on this wondrous day,
watching the reflection of flowering trees,
rippling past watching appreciative eyes.

Breathing in the smell of glorious spring,
as chattering frogs and birds sing,
their way of celebrating the new season.

The lush green forest surrounds and protects me.
Soft fluffy white clouds in the blue sky above
play peekaboo with the bright yellow sun.

I feel a peaceful feeling overtaking me
and my spirits seem to soar from within
just like the eagle circling, floating above.

The wind softly whispers through the trees,
as I rest on the soft green bed beneath me,
drinking it all in - glad to be one with nature.


The author's comments:
When I used to be by the lake when I was little.

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