“Water” by Katherine Pikul

A golden spear strikes the blanket of peace,

At a time when all the noises cease,

When the water is so still you can see your reflection,

That when you know the morning’s perfection.

When your eyes are barely open and nothing else is awake,

When the sunrise in the sky shines down on the lake.

You take a deep breath of the fresh, cold dew,

And wonder what might the day bring for you.

You may ask what water means to me,

Well it’s simple, its beauty grants me serenity.

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