Crystal lake was calm this morning as the sun rose from behind the trees.
Green Spruce kiss the midnight blue as the sky slowly turned a lighter shade of blue.
I sat and watched from my small canoe as the light spilled in.
As the sky slowly opened up and welcomed in the sun.
I sat and watched the changing of the deep dark green turn to a softer shade.
As the branches turned to form right before my eyes.
I sit and watch the changing world slowly show its beauty.
And I once more caught between the struggle of the world I love.
One moment fore all was dark the trees full of sorrow.
Reaching to the sky as if they want to strangle one last ray of light from its dark grasp.
And in the struggle the night has cast a spell on all who live on Crystal Lake.
Not a sound to be heard as night becomes the master.
And with the silence comes a peace a union with my soul.
I watch the changing morning light and with the quiet mood it brings.
I feel a changing in my soul a union with my being.
I feel the many moods I have change, like the light that slowly mixes with the trees.
And in this changing, I too wake from my meditation to the song of the Loon.
The trees they struggle to be free, at last the night gives them what they want.
And in their freedom I too feel the strangle of the night release my soul.
I breathe a deeper longer breath one that brings new life.
And as the Loon calls out once more I feel at peace with all.