Tranquility

Tranquility

The sunlight flitters through the trees leaving warm shapes dancing on my skin.
The damp dirt of the path sticks to my bare feet.
The warmth & dryness surrounds me as I step forth from the forest, into the light of the clearing & the blue, blue lake.
I climb the rock that leans over the lake, & poise on the edge.
I watch as the sun sets, & when the moon light hits the lake, I leap , arching my back, extending my arms like I am flying.

And for a moment I am.

Then I break the surface of the lake,
gliding under the water,
as warm as the air above,
& just as welcoming.

Tranquility.

By Sapphira Harrington