Sunday, February 15, 2009

The Lake

The sun does shine down gently,
As the day does break,
The birds are singing sweetly,
As they flit o'er the lake.
The clouds are light and airy,
Upon a sky of blue,
The warm wind does blow softly,
The trees join in song too.
The quiet of the stillness,
Is peaceful in a clear way,
Upon the shores of water,
While time stops here today.

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