Reflections

The lake calm as a mill pond
The picture mirror images
Mountains and trees
How easily answers came
The peace my own reflection

Blustery winds icy cold
Lake transformed
By constant turbulence
My mind engulfed
By upset and turmoil

My mind now owned
It became impossible
To reason those answers
That had been so easy
During the calm

By Alan Wills

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