Lakes

• Xiliah Mccurdy, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

The leaves in the water,
Sit almost perfectly still,
With every ripple,
The leaves tremble and shake,
Slowly moving closer to the edge,
I see a small rowing boat in the distance,

When I step into the boat,
I feel the water beneath me,
I start to row out in the water,
Pushing us further away from the edge,
Into the middle of the lake,
Where the air is still,
All you can hear is the sounds of animals,

It's so nice and calm,
That is why I love nature