This Lake has Secrets
Hidden beneath
Only on the surface does the water gleam
Down past the Frog and the sinking Log
Past Lilly and Lotus, trapped in the Bog
Nothing reaches down here
Deep in the Muck
Here nothing shines, the Sun won’t bother
And luck is a story the surface told.
There is only grit, there is only grime
You think you’d find a little treasure
A silver dollar, a shiny dime
But meet instead with broken bottles
Tangled weeds, and forgotten time
The Seaweed laughs at how naive you are
Mocking the chance you thought you had
You’re met with heavy, silent shadows
Sinking deeper in the slime.