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