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The moon is held hostage in the still lake

And brilliant silver shafts dart here and there

Seeking escape from liquid confinement

Quickly probing the darkness everywhere.



I lie on the pier enjoying the night

Being well pleasured by Nature's night- time band

With the rhythm of the lapping waters

And accompanying music from land.



The frogs raise their voices unendingly,

From the banks turtles plop into the lake,

Branches shimmy and shake. Their rustling leaves

Add to the night music that all things make.



I do my part, for I'm the audience,

This spectacle of sight and sound is great.

I breathe the cleansing wholesomeness of it

And reflect on Nature's glory innate.