Beneath the silver moon’s embrace,
The lake mirrors a quiet grace.
Stars ripple upon its gentle face,
Weaving dreams in an endless space.

Soft winds carry whispers near,
Stories untold, secrets unclear.
In the hush, the heart can hear,
Echoes of a world sincere.

Shadows play in the depths below,
Where time itself seems to slow.
Waves of thought begin to flow,
In the lake’s embrace, we come to know.

A tranquil realm of peace and light,
Where day drifts into the night.
In this haven, souls take flight,
On the lake, everything feels right.