Lake water tickles my ribs -
Body buoyant, weightless.
Fresh waves fold around this moment,
and I wonder how Mother Nature hugs you,
If not here, in a lake on a hot day in August.
If not here, beneath painted skies.
Her voice rides the sticky breeze,
cascading past the sands,
the noises,
the pressures
are muffled, here in her arms.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 10:04 AM UTC
Lake water tickles my ribs -
Body buoyant, weightless.
Fresh waves fold around this moment,
and I wonder how Mother Nature hugs you,
If not here, in a lake on a hot day in August.
If not here, beneath painted skies.
Her voice rides the sticky breeze,
cascading past the sands,
the noises,
the pressures
are muffled, here in her arms.
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