Reflections
in a secluded lake,
Of purple
mountains and beyond,
A sight that few
will partake,
This secret
mountain pond.

A peacefulness
here abides,
Tranquility
for the weary soul.
A place where
affliction subsides,
Where what was
broken is made whole.

This lake
resides within us all,
In our soul
and in our heart.
It's the times
of peace you recall,
Your gentle,
serene part.
©
2004 Deanna Henderson