Silently and still she sleeps today
With vegetation vainly floating here and there.
There is no wind, to stir or agitate her waves
Or sweep her surface clean and bare.
Tomorrow, she may flounce and fling,
And beat her waves in torrent glee,
To leave behind, a clear cool lake
Devoid of ugly rubble and debris.
Life, with wavering winds and storms
In raging torments sets us free,
To cleanse our minds of petty whims,
And fill our hearts with thoughts eternally.