Potter Lake


I feel the wind flow past me as if I'm not even here.
The air smells so fresh as it blows.
Tall grass sways and dances with the trees,
as though they are in an everlasting dance.
The moonlit sky reflecting over the water, glittering and shinning,
all is peaceful here.
The night life ever so calm and quiet,
the crickets chirping and the leaves rattling,
the shadows dance with the light from the moon,
they dance with me too.
The ground is firm beneath my feet, soft but firm, welcoming,
still warm from the days sun.
Still I sit here, calm and quiet like my friends,
not wanting to intrude on this sacred dance.
This is beauty, this is peace.

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