From Below the Surface

writ for contest- read and see 'whats in store'

A gentle breeze blows over the water, and
I can only watch the world tremble.
Clouds shimmer before my eyes…
I feel as if I've run through
a never ending line of iced showers.
Green grass tickles my feet
As it stretches itself paper thin
Fresh worlds dim before my eyes-
I watch, but ill never participate.
[what a question!]
The tree next to the lake is blossoming
Throwing petals over my face,
Coloring the water rose
Rise and shine
[Not today!]
A new beginning is in store
[Unwrap it]