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.
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