Camping By the Lake
Dragonflies skim the lake of cedar
Ripples touch the shoreline sand
Kissing it or is it taste that laps at water
Licking every corner of the morning glory
Surely the sun will unravel all the mysteries
With a warm touch to the soul of day
There must be a couple inside the tent
As you can hear the sighs they make
Sounds of lovers either asleep or perhaps
Doing romantic things beyond imagination
Along the lake the butterflies arrive in time
To soften up the rise of summer in full color
On full display while campers find their way
Under the covers inside the canvass structure
No one knows exactly what is going on
But something is surely happening because
Heavy breathing can be heard for miles around
It is certainly not the sound of sleeping
Or sunbeams dancing on the lake
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