Glopowrimo #29

Meditation

A small child once wanted to know
Why the lake was so blue
It's reflecting the sky, you know
As someone had once told you

One day, the lake was green
The child then wondered why
Under the deep blue sky
Why it was so, had changed

Under the lake, foliage had grown
When he looked in he saw it wave
Lush green weeds, long-leaved like snakes
Sprung from cement-silt and debris

The lake's surface still rippled,
And glittered when ruffled
Reflecting the sun
And his wavy face

The sky was still blue with white, white clouds
Edged with silver or black
But on the face of the lake, the blue took a hue
Yellow or golden, now weeds had a say

He watched the weeds choke the lake
The water change colour to a faecal brown
Slowly the fishes turned upside down, dead
The sky alone still remained blue

Sickened by all that had been
And had come to pass, he did dream
Of leaning over a lake in the night
With the moon and the stars come out, bright
The water was black and cold as ice
Nothing stirred on its back
He missed the ripples and waves
He could dream it all back again
There was a breeze in his dream
Light as a feather's touch
The fishes swam inside the lake
Lit up by phosphorescence
And he knew that the water was sweet
That if he leaned down and drank from it
It would be to thirst, its lack.
He dreamed it would come, not to pass.