The Sprite of Blue Lake

There is a sprite that still lives Deep in the bright blue water; Reflection from the sky gives, Surface beauty full quarter. There is a sprite I do know, Deep in the watery blue; Lingers far, far down below, Cool green grass and tree-top view. Swimming with colourful fish, Surrounded by natures’ sounds; Mother, if I only had one wish, I would dive down out of bounds. To spend a day with friend sprite, Laughing, playing, swimming whirls, Home dry before the fall of night, Hands full of freshwater pearls.