The Lake, Central Park

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The lake shimmers, a canvas of light,
Ripples dance with the morning breeze,
Nature’s symphony takes flight,
As the sun rises with new degrees.

The water’s surface is alive,
With movement and a gentle sway,
A mirror of the sky above,
It captures the beauty of the day.

The breeze creates small waves,
That skim across the surface so,
Each one a fleeting work of art,
Nature’s brushstrokes in a constant flow.

The surface of the water is a window,
To the depths below, and the world above,
It captures the beauty of the morning,
And reflects it with a gentle shove.

So let us take a moment,
To admire the nature of the lake,
For it is a work of art,
A reflection of the world to make.