My heart built a small summer hut
On the rock slab I sat on,
As I looked down on the shimmering aqua waters of Moraine Lake,
A place that would never elude me.
The clear sound of a trumpet echoed
Through the gorgeous valley,
Mountains rich with green trees that were
The solemn guards of nature.
And the grass - the tiny minions of the tree captains.
Standing behind the valley was the mountain,
Like a king, coronated with a great crown of snow.
I watched a little ground squirrel
Scampering around, crawling up to me,
Taking the officer of leaves I gave to it,
Chewing daintily on the green vegetation,
And greeting me as I took a sojourn in his home.
Looking up at the sky, transparently blue, evocatively vast,
My thoughts drifted away.
They danced on light toes of wind,
Launched into the sky, as agile as the serene breeze.
The sky, the squirrel, the water –
They whispered to me, quiet yet powerful,
Over Moraine Lake, the one who plays with destiny.
The sound would forever linger in my mind,
And speak dulcetly of nature and harmony.

--   Makea Luzader
Age 10, Grade 6
Upper Potomac