Jun 2016
The lake is a mirror
a shimmering gleam
The trees stirring softly
In salad tray green
A breeze taste of violets
That paint the warm air
A trout breaks the silence
And curves in the air
My heart fills with nature
My soul fills with love
For I know this is no accident
It is from him above
a shimmering gleam
The trees stirring softly
In salad tray green
A breeze taste of violets
That paint the warm air
A trout breaks the silence
And curves in the air
My heart fills with nature
My soul fills with love
For I know this is no accident
It is from him above
I arrived at my lakehouse in northern ontario and the peaceful lake on a shimmering summer day moved me to write this
