The Lake

I see at the lake children playing on the playground, lovers going on lovers picnics, lovers kissing, family coming together for picnics, family reunion, fathers going fishing with their sons, grandfathers going fishing with their grandchildren.

I see tall trees with green leaves in the summer and colorful leaves of orange, brown, yellow in the fall, and fall before winter.  Green grass in the summer and brown and die in the fall.  I see the refection of the sun upon the water, fish through the water, branches sticking up out of the water, seaweed in the water.  I see cars passing on the paved black roads, and I see car  parked.  I see deer skipping across the pave black roads, standing in the grass looking around, and even eating it.  I see Blue Birds, Robins, Black Birds in the trees and fling around, and singing their song.  I see the blue-sky setting into an orange, soft yellow sunset, and it looks so beautiful upon the water, and I look to see my reflection upon the water.

I hear the leaves moving on the trees as the winds blow through them.  I hear the crickets chirping, the fish jumping through the water, the water swaying from left, right east, west; cars passing against the paved black road; and the birds singing their song as I set here as their audiences and they continue to sang as though I asked for an encore.

I feel the water caressing upon my toes, it feel so nice.  I feel the cool wind caressing my body from the warm evening sunrays that touch my skin.  I feel the cool rock from beneath my bottom, I feel peace, I feel Gods love here, and I feel love here.   

I love this peaceful, wonderful place that love created, the lake.