AUTUMN HILLS BEYOND THE LAKE POEM

Autumn hills beyond the lake
The branches sway with ease
For nestled in the background
Are the mountains graced with trees
The lake is still at sunset
For the clouds swim swiftly by
The ripple′s true reflection
Asks not how, what, when or why
The golden sun is magical
The ground and water meet
The sky is an oasis
And the mountains a retreat
For magic lingers in the air
And gold reflects the skies
For waiting steady underground
The golden phoenix's rise