The lake is deeper than my eyes can see,

the water glints with sunlight like a jewel,

and there's no other place that I would be

on this day that's so windy, soft, and cool.

A paddle breaks the surface of the lake.

The water scatters all around the boat,

small rivulets diffusing in its wake.

The wind unfurls the sails like a crushed note.

I gaze upon these marvels from the shore.

If I could claim such solemn majesty,

in all my life, I'd never ask for more.

My failure fails to be a tragedy.

Though I can't equal what's beyond this shelf,

at least I can cling to the lake herself.