Staring from above.
Below, in tideless tranquility
Untroubled by man or moon
A lake lay, stretching to meet
The lanky larches standing guard
Over it's body of mouthless silence. -
No current to stir it's depths,
No sea to greet it's journey's end,
No making waves. Just acceptance
Of Mother Nature's glacial dictate.
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