The lake calls at end of day
words replaced by rustling leaves
thoughts clarified in reflective waters
emotions stilled with hues of green
hope restored as clouds drift on
at end of day, the lake gives.
When nobody’s looking;
Frogs bellow broken trumpets across waters. Jackdaw screeches an octave or two higher. Winter ducks beep their horns in percussion.
Elderly carp laze in sunlit dapples. Tiny turtle clambers the bank for some rest. Mother coypu and infants leave their damp den to play, preen and graze. Fox seeks his supper. Deer pass by. Badger, marten and wildboar stop for a drink.
So visit the lake for tranquility, but remember what happens when nobody’s looking.