At the lake’s edge,
a stillness waits,
the water glassy as a mirror,
a portal to the skies.
Reflections ripple,
stirred by life lurking
beneath the surface;
fish dart,
a flurry of movement
in the quiet arms of time.
Nature holds her breath,
a moment suspended,
a balance between
the seen and the unseen,
where the magic of existence
whispers softly in the breeze,
a gentle reminder that all
is bound by the delicate thread of life.

• Lanford Wilson