The Lake

Although it is not my home It makes me happy I like thinking of the fireplace Sitting beside my mom So loving, so caring, Cuddled up In a soft warm blanket When it’s winter At sunset I look out of the window at the lake A bright pink like cherry blossoms A dark red like red apples in October Yellow like happiness And the other houses There is a life living and Shining so bright like the sun First light of stars With trees tall as mountains I hear my dad playing music And my sister’s crayon against the paper The distant call of children in the woods, laughing I smell the pines And my heart is full Of gratitude