The Lake

The warm breeze bounces off the mighty trees. It darts between the cool spaces where pine needles cover the ground. I soak in the aroma that has comforted me for years.

The gentle air caresses my face as if to welcome me, it is searching for the water. For it has a task. The water looks so dark and fierce the breeze races over the top to soften it. Creating, small white mountaintops on each and every wave, both large and small.

I am not afraid. For me, it is heaven on Earth. I hop in a boat and disappear around a bend in the earth for hours. Or walk the trails and sample the bark of the majestic Birch tree.

As the day moves on I feel the sun sting my skin, it relieves me. For the long wet winter, is gone and just a faint memory of a time I wrestled with. The heat can only be quenched now, with a leap and a roll in the lake. The bottom so deep I have no idea how far down it can go. Perhaps canyon’s lie beneath me.

Filled with all manner of living things. The creatures great and small are all odd to say the least. They snap, and swim, slither and fly. It is a plethora of species. Myself, of course, being one of them. I wonder if they are the least bit curious about me.

Was this all created by God for man or was it created by man for God?

I honor it, cherish it, preserve it and share it. For it was not meant for me alone, it was meant for all of those able to see its beauty. Its worth is immeasurable.