Time to take a hike

Leave behind the fray

Through the woods we strike

Walk off bitter day

As we reach the lake

Hear the bullfrog boom

Bitterness we break

As we shed the gloom

As we still our pace

In the tall green grass

See the mountain face

In reflecting glass

As the water seeps

Underneath the trees

Fingers slowly creep

Dances with the weeds

Osprey bolts from nest

Soars across the sky

Fishing is her quest

Peering down from high

Boat slips slowly by

Ripples left behind

Fishermen wave, "Hi"

Reel line softly whines

Sun begins to hide

Colors spread and fade

Moon is on the rise

Day and night will trade

As we slowly walk

Underneath the stars

Quietly we talk

For this time is ours