Beside the lake, my heart takes rest,
Where sunlit waters gleam their best.
The dogs, with joy, in ripples play,
Their laughter dancing through the day.

The wind hums soft, a whispered tune,
While waves caress the bank in swoon.
Birds on the water drift and glide,
A perfect peace where dreams reside.

In long grass sways their curious tread,
As I weave tales, where thoughts are led.
A phone in hand, or artful frame,
Each moment here, a treasure claimed.

Oh, if I could, I’d make my stay,
A gypsy’s life, in nature’s sway.
A horse to graze by evening’s light,
Beneath the stars, my soul takes flight.

This place, my haven, wild and free,
Forever home it feels to me.

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Melissa Bittinger

beautiful

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