A Tree By The Autumn Lake Poem by Pamela Storch

Far across the distance,
By a lakeside autumn scene,
With trees of changing colors,
Grassy carpet yellow-green,

The lapping of the water,
Strokes of sky and baby blue,
The clouds of whispered canvas,
Like the canvas peaking through,

A tree is standing by the lake,
A solitary place,
It needs no explanation,
Just the sunlight's warm embrace,

For if you look more closely,
Then perhaps you might just see,
Are you the one who's looking?
Or the watcher is the tree?