The lake constitute a home for geese.
Michel is crossing the bridge afoot. There, he used to contemplate the lake full of geese. He loves to observe them especially at sun set when the lake becomes tangerine and glows on fire. The last sun gleams reflect on geese that take scarlet color. Spring season elaborates the beauty of the lake that is surrounded by trees and greenery. Many other birds are there and their sounds are heard. It really appeases the muse. The day, the geese are flying in groups. Tonight they are assembled together swinging in the lake. Michel knows all the details of their moving. Such magnificent moment constitutes the best moment of his life. But tonight he notices that there are no geese. Indeed, some hunters have killed some geese. Though the lake without them still preserves its beauty and it doesn't make any difference but the place is no more vivid.