Four+Skinny+Trees

It is the only one that is like me. I am the only one who it is like. One little lake with stormy days, and small waves. One who has been there forever and will never leave. One little beauty in a big yard. I sit and look at it but my brother just passes it like grass on the ground. It's beauty is its love. It's a dangerous hole for my baby brother. It spreads out and gets small, it drowns the earth with a big blue blanket and doesn't let go. This is how it wishes. If someone is down it turns black and starts to storm up like it is mad. Wish, wish, wish my lake says when I lay there, it inspires. When I am too sad and too down to keep wishing, when I am a small dot in a sky of stars I look down at my little lake. When my life is dull and boring. It shines to me no matter what the weather. One who wishes and doesn't forget to wish. One who shines and shines.