219. August 7th
The trees a darks green
Against the light blue sky.
Reflected in the mirror-like lake,
A stunningly life-like impression.
Though changed and wrapped by ripples,
The image we see it unmistakable.
Both above and below the water line,
The same image can be observed.
As the night draws nearer,
The light of the once bright sun fades.
As the stars creep into the sky,
The light becomes dimmer and dimmer.
The light of the moon is dull,
Like a sun loosing energy.
Its strength is incomparable,
To that which came before.