On the Still Waters a Lake

Sat on a boat tied to the bank wave ripples nudge the sides a swing motion in the stillness in the absence of ebb and tide Autumnal leaves fall on the waters miniature boats float for a while until they drench, tilt and sink no strength to go the extra mile Strained to look at the mountainside bank a tree clump hides cottage-like houses a whiff of smoke rises from a chimney appears as if they have no grouses O, to live in a cottage in the hideout! and merge into the trees and lake sing, read, smile to neighbors and sleep if bread isn't on the table, shall have cake.