The Lake

Beneath the sky, a mirror serene, the lake, Rippling reflections, a dance for beauty's sake. In dawn's embrace, the lake awakes, A masterpiece, where serenity takes. Sunset hues in a palette ablaze, Painting the waters in a fiery phase. Moonlight shimmers on the liquid glass, A celestial dance, moments amass. Who observes the lake, untouched, unfazed, not pained by loss, not by gain dazed? Who notes its wisdom, law-abiding, amidst the fish, birds, silently gliding? Who names its generosity, wide and free, among creatures that share its boundary? Who knows if the leaning tree, with grace, sees its own reflection in the water's embrace? Who notices its love, deep and serene, bonding with earth, a tranquil scene? It flows when needed, a love so true, as the lake does, in shades of blue. Who asks where the lake came to be, wondering at its ageless mystery? Who ponders if the lake knows its form, or if water, as lake, takes a norm? Who doesn't seek it for stillness and peace, for its silence that brings heart's release? Like the lake, understanding needs profound, mind's tranquility, heart's nourishment found.