The lake

The lake

The lake
The lake

The lake is quiet,
the trees surround me,
asking nothing.

The sun is rising in the east.
The dawn of a new day
The sky is a brilliant orange
and somber grey.

A pair of geese
beckoned by the beauty
of the morn,
go gliding by.

And I if heaven were on earth
Would it look like this?

Me alone at peace.

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