The bright blue open sky
fresh above my hazel eyes
The lake glimmers in the sun
The memories of gliding through
the old dirt path
In a place only we know
Returning never has a dull moment
For I discover it as
magic over and
over all again
The deer gallops gracefully
The geese swim as a family
close knit and content
The tall weeds
capture my legs in its path
Telling me to look at the stars
