Beneath the Surface of Pristine Lake

                   A breeze carried the scents of autumn from the trees
                   with the hues of death before their last breath
                   as if playing a scene out of Macbeth.
                   The last of the bees were busy before the freeze.
                   Decay and sun gave rise to my seasonal sneeze.

                   The blue lake laid guarded by the colors of fall.
                   Orange lead into yellow and autumn red,
                   from uniformed sentinels colors bled,
                   a beauty to enthrall from the trees standing tall;
                   these guarded the lake forming a colorful wall.

                   The sand became a gravel path that led to rock
                   and the sand of the shore circle no more.
                   This white outcrop streaked with colors galore
                   stopped the ticking clock as we stepped on nature’s dock.
                   Here is where the walk stopped as we stood and took stock.

                   Here we saw all of nature in beautiful dress.
                   We stood in quiet eating a diet
                   of natural foods severed in this omelet.
                   Nature folded within transgress the full address
                   of its beauty displayed with such stunning excess.

                   From this height, my eyes absorbed the reflecting plate
                   and found all the magic of the surround
                   while listening to nature’s songs abound.
                   The blue plate of water served as a secret gate
                   to a sunken beauty below that sat in wait.

                   The rock from our spot extended into the deep;
                   moss added hues of green and greenish blue.
                   Below the omelet, nature stored its stew,
                   a heap of vegetables to feed its fish in keep.
                   This lake was alive and in the depths did not sleep.

                   I asked my friend: “Look deep and tell me what you see?
                   She said, “Reflections from all directions.”
                   And to this I offered my objections.
                   “Look deep into the sea and it's there we’ll agree.”
                   She said, “There’s nothing but colorful trees for me.”