Lake of Silver Glass

Elegantly drifting along on a lake of silver glass Stunning visions grace my view Of Weeping Willows hung with purple moss Resplendent in their royal hue A taste of crisp morning air greets my face From lazy clouds slowly rolling in I can hear the softest splash from a lily pad As a bullfrog’s day begins Gliding by the hollow reeds, I hear whispering Calling out, pick me and let’s play A song of sentiment to capture every heart Listening to our lovely cabaret Up ahead in the distance, I can barely see The sandy banks of my shore Yet I never wish to leave my lake of silver glass Why can I not just stay here forevermore? Copyright *Neva Flores @2010