The Lake Lies Still,
not a ripple does show.
The wind cannot break it.
Nor the creatures below.
Like a mirror image,
of the world above.
Slowly the sky begins to darken,
and clouds begin to form,
the rain comes down,
and breaks the lake,
and the silent world within,
its surface roils with turmoil.
The mirror image shattered.
Then just as quick as the storm,
did come it is gone.
The lake lies still unbroken,
not a ripple does show.















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