I See Lakes On The Pics

and i turn myself instead to those images
on the net, i surf: serenity, gratitude, bliss,
divinity and eternity, and what appears on screen
are pictures of lakes, and there is this

Lake Moraine of Alberta

a lake so placid, a swan taking its way to the other side
green trees and an old castle on the other

so serene,

and there is the figure of a man raising his hands
to the sky, on top of a mountain, overlooking a lake,

so grateful, perhaps that amidst all these beauty
he is there still alive to see, to savor, to praise, to thank, to be silent

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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