Oh, Spring Lake,

Your mere presence sends chills down any one’s spine.

Even in the evening, the cotton candy sky with white marshmallow puff clouds

Reflect off the still, rippling, calmness of your body.

 

A young girl sits upon one of your many docks

Staring out into the self-freeing ambience of you.

She gazes at the tall firmly planted trees, leafless and yet proud,

Masking the trails and animal life that swarm behind.

 

This picture of calm, serenity, and complete tranquility

Is all in a false display.

The young girl out on the dock is looking

For reassurance and answers to what she feels is a crumbling life.

 

This young girl, peaking at the age of twenty,

Looking for a sign in the ripples of your water.

The fish swim below her dangling feet

With her new gaze upon these fish that she has searched for, for friendships.

 

The peace and subtleness of you being

Right in front of her shows her

With every blow of your wind

That you won’t let her down; your wind will help her fight.

 

The trees that stand behind your body of water that she can see surrounding the perimeter

Are hiding the lurking animals that are resting in the heart of your trails.

Slithering snakes move through their underground

In hopes for another day safe from the humans hiking above.

 

Oh, Spring Lake,

You have your trails colorfully coated for range of difficulty,

But those are really marking for destinations for death.

You will not deceive anyone that truly takes a peak through you.

Just like this young girl does, lost, and yet finding herself,

All because of the love and wisdom you give just from your sight.

-B