Alone By The Lake

As I walk through the leaf covered path

Where pine’s of old

And pine’s of new

Surround my one-way trail

I come to a lake so blue

That it could not become discolored

The lake with small waves, from the wind

Cease to move the astonishing view

I touch the water

Ripples form just to disappear

Like hopes and dreams

That can be brought back

As I wake from my mesmerization

That held me in place, by the lake

I stand up from that spot

And walk back to the cabin

The trees seem to shake

As if to tell me something

Nature as I say

Always has its way

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson