Emma B.

Lily pads peacefully sail across

the calm lake that stretches far and wide.

They stay afloat above a variety

of soft purples and sparkling gems.

The glass-like moon reflects and

builds an eternal path.

I leap across the never-ending street

of soft, cool moss.

Nature sleeps peacefully

in Monet’s quiet scene.

I hear silence.

And the wind sweeping across the waves.