This morning at the lake,

the clouds accompany me,

I see the mist rise,

water taking flight

Still do I stand, 

the silent crowd of dew drops, 

sparkling bright in my eyes

Dear God, I am sorry to go

but He whispers, light

in the air that dreams love 

“Yesterday’s lake drifts 

over the mountain white

today, beckoning so 

Come away, tomorrow

rise, to another 

sky...”