I see it frowning in the fog
with furrowed brow it’s hard to see,
it’s my reflection standing there
the sliding doors in front of me.
It dances sprightly in the rain
when a million droplets fall
surely, I would go insane
should I try to count them all.
So peaceful on a summer’s day
turtles climb upon a log
fish, they swim the other way
when acorns hit them on the nog.
A frozen stillness, bleak with snow
A sight I’ll never see
for North Lake lives in Florida
quite happily with me.
Ha Ha
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