Beneath the whispering willows, the lake lies still,
A mirror of the heavens, calm and tranquil.
Ripples dance upon its surface, gentle and light,
Weaving dreams in the embrace of night.

The moon casts a silvery glow, soft and bright,
Illuminating secrets hidden from sight.
Stars twinkle in the vast, endless skies,
Reflecting in the lake, like a thousand eyes.

The breeze carries whispers of ancient lore,
Stories of love, loss, and so much more.
Each wave a memory, each ripple a tale,
In the heart of the lake, where silence prevails.

Dawn approaches, with hues of gold and rose,
Painting the lake in colors that softly impose.
A new day begins, with promises anew,
By the serene lake, under skies so true.