Camping By The Lake

Camping By The Lake

Dragonflies skim the lake of cedar

Ripples touch the shoreline sand

Kissing it or is it taste that laps at water

Licking every corner of the morning glory

Surely the sun will unravel all the mysteries

With a warm touch to the soul of day

There must be a couple inside the tent

As you can hear the sighs they make

Sounds of lovers either asleep or perhaps

Doing romantic things beyond imagination

Along the lake the butterflies arrive in time

To soften up the rise of summer in full color

On full display while campers find their way

Under the covers inside the canvass structure

No one knows exactly what is going on

But something is surely happening because

Heavy breathing can be heard for miles around

It is certainly not the sound of sleeping

Or sunbeams dancing on the lake