The lake lies still its surface bare
A quiet mirror reflecting the air
The moon leans low its silver light
Carving shadows into the night
Ripples whisper of days long gone
Stories hidden in their song
Beneath the calm a world awaits
A silent dance of unknown fates
Branches bow where the waters gleam
Their forms dissolve into the stream
The night breathes softly vast and deep
A timeless vigil the stars will keep
The lake remembers though skies may change
Its quiet depths forever range
Each moonlit wave a fleeting tale
A perfect echo of lifes travail