Lizzy Burnam 🐞

The lake is always gentle 
Erasing all the stone 
The trees are never bothered 
By birds who call them home 

The sun is slow and steady 
As she rounds her turn 
Even when the clouds are loud 
She never fails to burn 

Across the lake, the mountains 
As blue as they are long 
Obey the sway of nightly pall
But grieve from dusk to dawn 

These moments don’t feel random 
They keep time like a waltz 
But I know, should I ask to dance 
My feet would someday stall