The Cherry Lake (alternative 2, amended)
Still, silent water
Crystal Depth
awash with leaves
(of cherry trees)
lying on a sheet of glass
The Cherry Lake calls
and out of sight as quick as that
the strands of music fall
and spring arrives without delay
The silent morning breaks
into birdsong and ripples
The light comes to invade the senses
with a vibrant colour spray
that tickles
the eyes of morning
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