The Lake

Nature was her life,
Daily she would take a walk through its wonders,
Walking in the woods-enjoying its peace,
She would walk until she reached the lake,
Then she would sit,
Sit among all the shrubs and trees,
She would watch all the wonder the lake contained,
Listen to the world play its part,
Then she would slowly walk,
Walk back to reality again,
And leave her favorite place.

All the stress and hardships she would escape,
Flee from it all and be rescued,
The lake rescued her in all her times of need,
It was her undisturbed resting place.

Life went on and wore her down,
But at the lake the tears were calming,
She would lie and watch the birds fly across the sky,
Listen contently to the toads,
Watch as flowers bloomed-trees grew,
But no longer did it totally release her pain.

Daily she would take a walk,
Walking in the woods-enjoying its peace,
She would walk until she reached the lake,
Then she would sit,
It was her routine-it never faltered,
But that dreary day it did,
Her routine changed forever,
That day the lake was quiet,
No birds were out flying,
All toads were sleeping away the time,
And the girl had a different plan,
She always sat by an oak tree,
A towering giant that produced shade in sunshine,
She climbed to a branch,
Seven feet off the ground,
A place loved by her-a secret haven,
On that branch she attached her belt,
Securely-as so her plan could not fail,
It all happened so fast,
Her neck was placed through the loop,
And she jumped-jumped without a thought,
Never again was the lake the same,
Birds stopped singing,
Toads stopped soaking up the sun,
And the towering oak slowly died,
The lake was her burial,
And the only guest at her funeral.