In the Lakes of Minnesota
In the lakes of Minnesota
I believe there bodes a
Quiet beauty like none other on this earth.
When morning breaks,
The flat glass lakes
Reflect the sun across their freezing glacial crowns.
In the skis above the trees
Rain clouds billow in the breeze,
And the downpour could rip apart a house.
The wind rips across the shore,
Against the land it wages war,
Crashing waves into its side as rain beats down.
Now the breeze has called a halt
So that the sun may come back out
And the boundary waters’ beauty is again
