Springs revival,
Soft and true,
Flutters through the air.
The gentle evening light shines across the pond,
While the swans harmoniously dip and swim on,
Things that are complicated now become clear,
And life somehow becomes less severe.
Trees glistening with freshly fallen rain,
As the evening sun makes it way through the ominous clouds,
The waves of the bay dance in glee,
As a red breasted merganser floats in the distance,
Evenings in Maine can only be described as beauty itself.
The winds of change will always blow,
But there is permanence to a Lake,
Every year the birds will arrive from southern shores,
The fish will swim about,
And life will continue to blossom.
Despite the changing faces,
The lake will remain,
Wind rippling across the surface,
Flowing on eternally.
Gentle as the rain,
Powerful as a waterfall,
Nature’s power is endless.
A seemingly unstoppable force,
In times of chaos,
Nature is the constant guiding us through.
