Elegantly drifting along on a lake of silver glass
Stunning visions grace my view
Of Weeping Willows hung with purple moss
Resplendent in their royal hue
A taste of crisp morning air greets my face
From lazy clouds slowly rolling in
I can hear the softest splash from a lily pad
As a bullfrog’s day begins
Gliding by the hollow reeds, I hear whispering
Calling out, pick me and let’s play
A song of sentiment to capture every heart
Listening to our lovely cabaret
Up ahead in the distance, I can barely see
The sandy banks of my shore
Yet I never wish to leave my lake of silver glass
Why can I not just stay here forevermore?
Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 7:22 PM UTC
Elegantly drifting along on a lake of silver glass
Stunning visions grace my view
Of Weeping Willows hung with purple moss
Resplendent in their royal hue
A taste of crisp morning air greets my face
From lazy clouds slowly rolling in
I can hear the softest splash from a lily pad
As a bullfrog’s day begins
Gliding by the hollow reeds, I hear whispering
Calling out, pick me and let’s play
A song of sentiment to capture every heart
Listening to our lovely cabaret
Up ahead in the distance, I can barely see
The sandy banks of my shore
Yet I never wish to leave my lake of silver glass
Why can I not just stay here forevermore?
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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