The Enchanted Lake Poem by Ima Ryma

Khoum Kong Leng Lake in Laos does be
A diamond top a mountain high.
Those climbing to this lake, weary,
Find new vigor in great supply,
When in the waters of the lake,
A climber places hand or cup,
And pulls therefrom a drink to take,
And then the climber does rise up,
And feels enchantment all around.
Oh but to stay forever here,
But knows the need for downward bound.
Once down, the rush does disappear.

Back to the lake they long to climb,
Taking many buckets next time.