The Lake

I look down and I see blue So soft, so crisp, so clear, and so true I look up and I see the sky With the wispy clouds flying so high I gaze on the sparkles that the sun casts When I’m on the water, the beauty always lasts I can’t help but stare at the beautiful loons That I see on my countless afternoons As I glance over to my left side On my ever so pleasurable, lovely boat ride I see a bridge, bright red as blood And a beautiful, white, and pure flower bud And then as I gaze over to my right I see a flock of ducks taking to flight I wish I were them, independent and free Oh what a wonderful life that would be! And as my boat ride comes to an end I look to this lake as if it’s my friend Always there, always true So soft, so crisp, so clear and so blue