At the Lake

At the Lake
By Denise Warweg

Down by the lake, when the wind blows warm,
The sun warms my skin in the early morn.
Then the day wears on, and the waves blow in,
I wade in the water as it laps on my skin.

The gentle rhythm soothes my soul,
as the water refreshes and cools.
The sounds repeat as the wind softly blows,
as the rocks become the musical tools.

The colors blend so beautifully,
with greens and blues and whites.
And the flowers dance and pop so bright,
red, yellow, purple, pink and white in the light.  

The birds sing so sweetly as they perch in the trees,
Flutter and flap as they drift through the skies.
An abundant variety of colors, shapes and sizes,
their species keeps me guessing when I try.

When evening draws near and the lake grows calm,
as beautiful as glass in a mirror.
Healing washes over me like a balm,
and I give thanks to the Savior who feels near.

The sun moves low in the horizon,
changing the color in the skies to orange.
The air turns cool as we sit by the fire,
roasting marshmallows before we retire.

© Denise Warweg 2015