When i go walking by *

I go walking by
The lake and its side
Carried and so being borne
The beauty of a rainy morn,

There I find flowers drenched
Waving gently in the breeze
There I get that essence
Of country filled with love so dense,

There I think I get the feel
Of walking to that serene scene
Where birds and bees and little insects hum
Of a morning painted really awesome,

There by that lake I see
On leaves glittering balls
Of water catching nature's glee,

There by that lake on the ground
I think I have always love mine found,

In varied ways of Nature's course,
There I think I discovered a source
Of undying love and tranquil life,
There by that lake blue and white,
how into  poetry I take a dive.

(*Note: loosely based on a painting as attached, done by Mark Webster)

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