The Lake

The scene of a lake in spring

Summer green lights the
new-born grass, clinging
to the river side like a child
to its mother.
Swans glide.
Rippling surface, distorted reflection
of blue sky, whispers of clouds amongst
the clear perfection.
Murky depth to muddy waters, dead
leaves from the past, caress
the surface.
Shadows squirm in the
depths, blind to the world
above the surface, light
trickles through but touches nothing.

The End

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