Lakeside Poem by Alaude Solus

Standing there by the lakeside,
Watching herons as a guide
To things that haven’t been tried,
They fly around each other’s side.

The sunset on the mountaintop
Spreads an orange glow from the top
Giving a glimmering light that drops
It reflects from the rippling plops.

Feeling the strong, cooling breeze,
Almost able to make one freeze,
‘Cause one’s movements may come to seize.
The winds that can remove displease.

This beautiful sight, I can’t apprehend.
Hoping that its beauty will never end,
‘Cause when one looks, it feels like angels descend,
And when one feels, it’s almost like one transcends.