Autumnal View De Du Lac

Autumnal view de du lac The arcaneness encompasses Putting one foot slowly.... Or was it fastly.... ? Where? The curved, rocky, earthen path's surroundings are hardly comprehensible From translucently free to glistening kryptonic to emerald to forest... Greens? The weeds spring from the ground With tree and grass counterparts To each Side Under the fiery trajectories of light spewed forth by that godlike sphere in the heavenlike sky Creating beautiful, calm, deep-blue lakes, the angelic clouds, those amorphous blobs surrounded by white halos with gray centers, block the between moments It moves into the soul, creating a niche of sensual enlightenment Forever a monument to human imagination, hope, wonder, and awe Du lac's waters flutter under the heavens, in their reframed magnifecent tableaux & The liquid flux of waves Crashing into the hearts and minds of the perceivers, Going which way? As the outward eau seems, Beating upon the rocks In their "in adament" state, don't change much. The water-lilies, in their livelyhood, sway with the rhythm of life The waves continue to move. Observed by traversing the path. The interactions are too many to fathom. The waves relating their being, Ameliorating the world The viluptuously lush, forested shore lies after the blue abyss as it seperates earth from heaven. An indefinable line.

How to get there? What is there? In this world our hopes, goals, and dreams are existent as long as we do travel under the heavens and on the earth. Let them sustain us. Humans are shortsighted. The world is. The heavens are a hope. .