Epiphany

Epiphany

This morning is why I was born.
The softness of delicate greens
Springtime’s colors remarkable
In their gentle hues of green.
Floating shapes of pure white mist
Climb from the clear cool waters
The lake celebrates its renewed purity
Dressed in an azure blue gown
Reflecting the taunting sunlight
from above the mountains
So much renewal from natures plan
The animals flourished with young
Bass in the thousands
fluttering like a silver storm over
the shallow rocks near the shore
fertilizing the countless roe
left the by the females.
In the center of the shining waters
a lake trout takes its breakfast in the air
causing ripples to travel
across the lakes surface.
The serrated edges
of the tiny waves sparkling
with the suns jeweled reflections.
My feet bathe in the water’s edge
washing the long winter away.
In a single moment of spirituality
the boundless beauty
of nature’s gifts inflate my soul
so much so I can feel it
pushing against my chest,
leaving my body to dance
in the majesty of the view.
My wandering beliefs are renewed
for such timeless beauty is beyond
any accident of evolution.