Sky is white, baby blue,
A tint of gray the color of the heavens,
Tastes of lake water in your mouth,
Like canned spinnach,
The water splashing upon the rocks,
OOMP, SHOOSH,
You can feel the grace of the clouds,
As they float like inner tubes,
Smell of new furniture birch trees,
Leaves a noise of CRUNCH,
Cold water gives me frostbite,
Trees softly hum the waving water to sleep,
A moment of silence waits,
As the water settles and the trees fall asleep.
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