Misty Lake

Trotting down to the misty lake at dawn,

I’m overcome with a yawn,

My majestic quarter horse,

Ready to run a course,

The condensation glistening in the first beams of light,

A flock of birds rising forming a perfect kite,

Snowy mountains trying to contain their glory,

Because they tell a magical but dangerous story,

I glimpse down the river,

As I shiver,

The waterfall graceful as an olympic diver,

Fish are relieved because they’re a survivor,

I embrace in a zephyr, 

As I know this sensation won’t last forever,

I splash into the ice cold water,

And glance down the river to see the border,

I hear the call,

But the mountains are too tall,

It’s time to go,

Just as I feel the wind blow.