I came upon a pondered lake,
It took my breath away,
I’m not a nature poet as such,
But this one had me sway.
A still from a picture painting,
Not a breeze to move a leaf,
Yet gentle swirls did make the lake,
Not disturbing it’s peace.
I saw it mimic the trees and clouds,
With every stroke and hue,
The mountains holding hands they did,
Beyond horizon’s view.
Lost in its rippling charm,
Living there I could,
Gazing at it night and day,
it sure would do me good.
Alas my troubles brought me back,
To the reality I own,
Captured the moment to see in time,
When needed a moment alone.
