Lake Dream

The lake is dreaming of the sky and waking at the shore.
Pretending that the fish are clouds above its muddy floor.
The cloud is like a dragon in the blue blue sky,
Like a lazy dragon rising o’er the green tree line.
The dragonflies are golden and blue blue green,
The dragonflies are golden on the green green leaves.
The wind chimes are chiming in the sun-beam breeze
And the stones are cool and patient in a water-lapping ease.