WORDS OF THE LIVING

(LAKE)

Mossy boulders
Backpack hangs over my shoulders
Wet slime
The slippery stuff as we climb
Rocky valley
To reach what we are yearning
The reward we are earning
A view of the lake of learning

Puffy whiteness
In the air
Gape at it's lightness
We simply must stop and stare

We keep climbing, the mountain hope
Trudging along its steep slope
In search of our gift
Our footing, we must shift

We reach the top
Ending our non-stop
Search for the thing which we are yearning
A view of the lake of learning

Beautiful
Insightful yet
Our reward bountiful
The sight worth, every drop of sweat

As we have viewed the lake of learning
And now, we are, returning