Lakes have an edge that never stays the same.
Lakes know they come and they go.
You won’t catch a lake at the bottom of an ocean saying
C’mon, put ’em up! Let’s go!
Cause lakes aren’t like that.
They’re buddies with their shores.
Beaching when they want to
Rocking if they feel it.
Only letting their friend the sky whip them up.
Lakes, they have it figured.
Doubling sunsets and sunrises while making out with wispy wisps.
A lake ya, be a lake.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out .