Poems of the Young one

mystic lake

In a land serene and faraway,
Where enchanted realms hold sway,
There lies a lake of mystic hue,
Where dreams and wishes all come true.

Its waters clear, like crystal glass,
Reflecting heavens, as they pass,
A mirror to celestial skies,
Where stars and moon together they rise.

Whispers of ancient tales unfold,
As secrets from the depths are told,
Legends spun by the mystic breeze,
Pulsating with magic among the trees.

Within its depths, enchantments dwell,
An unseen realm where wonders swell,
Creatures dance with grace and glee,
Their silhouettes, a sight to see.

Nymphs and fairies in ethereal flight,
Bathed in splendor, shimmering light,
They flit and flutter, without a care,
In this mystical world beyond compare.

The lake's shores, a haven to explore,
Where beauty abounds forevermore,
Where the petals of flowers never wilt,
And nature's symphony is played on tilt.

Amidst the ripples, stories are born,
Of brave knights and quests forlorn,
Of wizardry and spells so grand,
That shape destinies with a magician's hand.

But beware the lake's captivating spell,
For in its depths, secrets may dwell,
An otherworldly charm that steals away,
Those who dare to linger and to stay.

So come, behold this mystical lake,
Let your imagination awake,
For within its depths, the mystery lies,
A world beyond, where magic never dies