The warm July sun trickles down through the clouds, Kissing the clear clam waters of the lake, My kayak cuts through the shimmering scene, I float on along the deep green marsh grass, Listening to the sounds of birds, frogs, and bugs all chortling about, I pause my paddling to take in the wonder of the early evening.
Then sitting on a branch a Kingfisher! No two! My fellow paddlers all shout in glee, As the two majestic birds sail off into the sky.
That’s when I realized there are lessons to be learned from the seat of a kayak, Lessons that can only be taught on lake during an evening paddle.
The murmur of the wind rustling through the leaves, A snowy egret stalking the water’s edge, Golden evening light reflecting off the clouds as if painted with a divine brush, Osprey soaring through the sweet, sticky, humid air.
These are bounties of summertime, Where no matter what stage of life one finds themselves in, There is a resurgence in the air, Nature in all her majesty passes that energy along to those who search for it, Letting us drink in the freedom of a summer day, And capture it in our souls.