The Dance

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Sunlight strikes the lake,
leaping from wave to wave.
A smiling toddler plays in its warmth,
swaying his arms through the water.
My best friend and I sit on our jet ski,
bobbing up and down
to the rhythmic pattern of waves.
Her laugh is carried back by the wind,
a sweet sound oscillating in the air.
The shrill call of a green heron
echoes off the surrounding rocks,
their shadows distorted
on the lake surface.

My eyes close
to the calming sway of the lake.
Waves crash, laughter
drifts through the summer air,
A soft song
in my ear.

It is a musical called
Life.





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