Above the lake, amber rays of golden sun pierce the morning sky.
Crystal clear dew drops acts as prisms
On the blades of brilliant green grass and leaves.
The fauna around the lake are quiet and still,
Except for a single bald eagle in search of a morning meal.
Oh! The majesty.
Her pristine white head;
Her regal posturing and hunting techniques…
She is nothing less than awesome.
The lakes reflection mirrors the lake and mountains that surround it, so perfectly; one cannot tell where the lake ends and the sky begins.
They appear as one, seamless…
Perfect.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
Above the lake, amber rays of golden sun pierce the morning sky.
Crystal clear dew drops acts as prisms
On the blades of brilliant green grass and leaves.
The fauna around the lake are quiet and still,
Except for a single bald eagle in search of a morning meal.
Oh! The majesty.
Her pristine white head;
Her regal posturing and hunting techniques…
She is nothing less than awesome.
The lakes reflection mirrors the lake and mountains that surround it, so perfectly; one cannot tell where the lake ends and the sky begins.
They appear as one, seamless…
Perfect.
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