The Simple Word Poetry

Standing by the lake’s narrow, grassy shoreline the winds push the rippling waves toward me, as if, sending a lonely child home to its loved ones open arms. The tide stops at my feet, content, then disburses to the left and right, for the waters pay no mind to impediments in its way. I glimpse a solitary turtle peek its head above the water’s surface. It takes a brief breath and scans its surroundings before submerging itself and swimming on. It’s amazing how much swifter the turtle moves while under water, safe from dangerous human beings and our obnoxious mechanical inventions, than on all fours. Pine and oak, grasses and plants flutter in the breeze. The warm sun overhead glistens and sparkles in the wake. I spot three ducks drifting by. Dunking their beaks into the depths in search of a quick meal, they float effortlessly over the inbound waves, seemingly undisturbed by the crazed dashing and splashing of gas-guzzling wave runners interrupting nature’s solitude and sublimity. The p