sunEdltye
Ex-Bluelighter
I'll always remember that day,
In the summer of May,
Where I wonder into the woods.
With sights and sounds,
I finally found,
The lake with no reflection.
Hours I looked,
And many times it tooked,
But still no self flection.
And then I saw,
With joyous awe,
A sign at the end of the lake.
Written in red,
And with a voice in my head,
I started to read what was on top of the stake.
"As you might have found out,
This lake is all reflected out,
And things can never have been so tragic.
See what happenned was,
The lake forget who it was,
And suddenly lost all magic.
Until the day,
In the summer of may,
A person comes to see.
That within themselves,
And everyone else,
True reflection is beauty."
I thought for a day,
Then made my way,
Back to my home in Grassland.
Years have past,
Things never last,
And before I was about to black band.
I went back to the place,
Where I discovered my face,
To say goodbye to a friend.
But the lake had all dried up,
Not even enough water to fit in a cup,
And so it had to come to an end.
But what was this?
A letter I missed!
From the lake to me.
Inside the words,
Gold plated with birds,
Read the letter to thee.
"Sometimes Deception,
Is more than a self recolection,
For what makes you beautiful is your own Reflection."
-Evan
[This message has been edited by sunEdltye (edited 28 June 2001).]
In the summer of May,
Where I wonder into the woods.
With sights and sounds,
I finally found,
The lake with no reflection.
Hours I looked,
And many times it tooked,
But still no self flection.
And then I saw,
With joyous awe,
A sign at the end of the lake.
Written in red,
And with a voice in my head,
I started to read what was on top of the stake.
"As you might have found out,
This lake is all reflected out,
And things can never have been so tragic.
See what happenned was,
The lake forget who it was,
And suddenly lost all magic.
Until the day,
In the summer of may,
A person comes to see.
That within themselves,
And everyone else,
True reflection is beauty."
I thought for a day,
Then made my way,
Back to my home in Grassland.
Years have past,
Things never last,
And before I was about to black band.
I went back to the place,
Where I discovered my face,
To say goodbye to a friend.
But the lake had all dried up,
Not even enough water to fit in a cup,
And so it had to come to an end.
But what was this?
A letter I missed!
From the lake to me.
Inside the words,
Gold plated with birds,
Read the letter to thee.
"Sometimes Deception,
Is more than a self recolection,
For what makes you beautiful is your own Reflection."
-Evan
[This message has been edited by sunEdltye (edited 28 June 2001).]
