So recently I got back from a Church Camp to a wonderful place called Clearlake. During that time, I was inspired by the birds that were swimming on the lake to write the following poem:
Across the lake it glides,
Silent in majesty and pride.
Then all in a fluid motion,
In one instant snapshot of time,
Gone with a water explosion.
All that remains are the ripples left behind.
My first (sort-of) free-verse! Can I get some applause? jk. 😉