Over the lake is
a large growing tree
that stands over me
like a symbol of change.
I remember this lake,
when it was a pond,
sky and water a bond,
glistens all that filled.
I checked...
Tiny sparks of glitter
turn to excitement,
preparing for the drop,
The channel’s on
to watch the ball
and no matter what, it won't stop
Time waits for no one,
whether you like...
Hills roll on, and on,
as pure as a blank canvas,
covered in white paint
Nightly noises heard
when snowmen and reindeer danced
up on the brick roof
You would be in bed,
crystals...
