Poetry

Cool, calm, and collected.
A balm to my rough days.
A quench to my growing thirst.
These soothing waters in my lake,
keep me from going crazy.
The waters surround and invade my pores,
somehow seeping into the farthest reaches of my soul.
It touches me deeply,
worming its way into my heart and mind.
These waters of mine are truly the best,
for no other can make your heart slow and put your mind to rest.
My soothing waters surround my island,
where every day I leave me cabin to sit
on my dock and stare into their veiled secrets.
The combination of nice days, great water,
and a secluded forest island, make for a soothing time.
If you should ever be fortunate enough
to find something like my waters, grasp
it with all you have and never let it leave you.
Because with it your life is far more stable than ever without it.
Sitting here, I never want to leave it again.
I will always come to see my waters, whether
life is hard or easy.