The Soul of the mystical Lake

The Soul of the Mystical Lake, Drink my water

And the bountiful lake became family to the forest’s soul.
Deep into the woodland, hidden and free from all.
Where the Interacting organisms did powerfully create,
more wealth than any other kingdom,
submerged deep into the living lake.
Beautifully adorned with food for all to take.

The air adorned with flying insects who danced to the soulful music of the lake.
Images reflected mystical colours,
where all creatures had food to take.
Colours of illuminating light,
secrets held by each who breathe its core.
Uplifting shadows forged as dragonfly shadows,
did make the reeds stand tall.

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