In the heart of the forest, where the silence speaks,
Lies a lake, a mirror to the sky,
Cradled by the whispering trees,
Reflecting the dreams that float by.

Beneath the surface, secrets sleep,
Murmurs of ages, deep and profound,
Shadows of fish in a timeless sweep,
In waters where memories abound.

The moonlight dances on the gentle waves,
Weaving a tapestry of light and shade,
A tranquil scene, where the soul behaves,
In the calm of the night, fears fade.

Morning breaks with a golden hue,
The lake awakens with a tender sigh,
A new day dawns, fresh and true,
Beneath the vast and open sky.