#3: Beautiful Soul

As the clouds reflect on the water, you can see that there's a sort of serenity on the lake. It feels like ice as my feet dip inside its unmoved reflection. I see the water and allow it to move the mountains, giving me this kind of serenity. It's almost as if I'm being transported to another land; I have fallen in love with the landscape instantly. The waters of the lake make me wish I could drink from its liquid goodness, restoring in me some of my life. I guess I could consider it the 'water of life,' in a sense. As I listen to the water touch the boulders, I think about the serenity of the lake. Water is music- the pitter-patter of waves in synchronization with the rhythm of time itself. Even if there are no waves on the water, the ripple effect just seems to move me. Someday, I want to taste this water- it looks to be some of the purest you can find on the planet. The liquid runs down my throat, quenching my thirst for something other than that which comes from a shower-head. There might not be a flavor to the water, but I couldn't care less. I love it all the same. This lake is clearer than a wine glass right now, even though I see my reflection. And while I watch the ripples pan out and listen to its heartbeat, I can't help but wonder if anyone else can see the beauty of the lake.