Sitting By The Lake

Sitting by the lake thinking to myself about the beautiful world we live in, I look out upon the lake and think that such beauty should be a sin.
I watch a cardinal fly across the lake, land in the grass food for it's young it shall take.
The wind blows clouds of rain over the sky, It starts to sprinkle on me but I will not yet say goodbye.
I may get soaked and my ink may run, but sitting and looking at such beauty is so much fun.
The wind blows through my hair furious with rage, It goes by my journal and turns the page.
I look up to the sky and watch the clouds race, Oh how fond I am of living in such a place.
Such beauty is beheld in the little things we take for granted, I wonder how and why we we take advantage of those who god planted.
Everything around me puts me in a good mood, So to this earth and it's offspring I must not be crude.