Lake Hillier

Pink and purple Lake Hillier

It's as smooth as it reflects.

Washed up on the beach

It crushes white before running back out.

Day in and day out

They are crashing

A peaceful calling is soothing.

'Wake up,' says the wake as it crashes

I comb my hair

As I sit here,

Observing the lake

In and out, in and out, in and out

I start to stray.

The rush of fresh air

And to think it'll all be gone in a flash

There are no waves to pound the shore.

There is no breeze to sway.