Beneath the sky so wide and blue,
Lies a mirror of dreams so true.
Gentle ripples dance and play,
On the lake at rest, where whispers stay.

The mountains stand as silent guards,
Their shadows stretch across the yards.
Birds sing songs of ancient lore,
As the lake listens, forevermore.

In the moonlight, the waters gleam,
A silver path in a tranquil dream.
Stars above and stars below,
In the lake’s embrace, they softly glow.

Here, time slows and hearts find peace,
In the stillness, troubles cease.
Nature’s canvas, pure and grand,
The lake’s magic, ever at hand.