by Miss Kim

Created on: September 03, 2008

Looming mists of fog
descend upon the trees.
The water sits like glass;
exempt from all the fees

of nature; like the butterfly,
who's wing become the sound
of a morning on Lake Rabun
when no one is around.

Crickets in the distance
and the birds they hold the tune
of generations; past and present,
like the cycles of the moon.

Humming motors meet the lake;
waves crashing at the shore.
I feel it in my soul again,
just like the times before.

Fish come to the surface
to nibble on my toes,
as I reflect on all this beauty
that leaves me without woes.

I could spend my life here,
awaiting a peaceful end;
where happiness and nostalgia
wait around the bend.

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