Lakeside Veiw of Life
The Lake was aflame in the bright morning sun,
The Trees whispered, telling to run.
I took a step, then another,
Quickened pace in both fear and haste.
The waves lapped at the dock,
I reached the end, a weight holding me.
I heard a voice, faint but bold,
'Wait! 'But it's too late
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