Morning on the Central Park Lake by Alex Gaynor

Amidst the thunder of the pulsing city, here is a refuge 

The lake like glass, caressed by the kiss of the gentle breeze 

Robins chatter above and around, playfully inviting others to this sacred space 

Tourists pepper the rolling hills with their cameras and many tongues 

Turtles sunning themselves on a boulder as they embrace the art of stillness 

Leaves, tickled by the wind, undulate like dancers, first gentle and slow and then frenetic 

The skyscrapers beyond stand cold and quiet like sentinels, but they do not bother the lake 

Look! A fish jumping thrice out of the water to share his joy for living 
I laugh to myself at the mystery of it all 

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