On a Lake

floating, drifting
blown along
on a lake
it's where we're from

mountains rising
all around
birds and insects
making sound

breathing in and out
the sky
where small white clouds
seem so high

up and down
as ripples gleam
from the sunlight's
bouncing beams

mesmerized by
what's unseen
the rhythmic motion
where we've been

like a cradle
to a child
we slip away
into the wild

floating, drifting
blown along
on a lake
where we belong

mountains rising
all around
lap lap lap
its soothing sound
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