just my own perfect hour

When the rays of the sun glide upon the water

Making it shine and stand so still

The lake becomes my great friend,

My heart's joy,

Each and every sunset.

The blazing sun, golden orange

Kneels before the water

And sinks slowly into the depths

The rocking boats witness this magic

Of my perfect hour.

The surface of the water

Shimmers as the sun's rays

Hands it soft loving pats

The boats rock gently 

Slightest ripples of water

Like a child rocking in a cradle

I sway from side to side in my boat

And like a child gazing into its mother's eyes

I am mesmerized by the setting sun.

The mellow amber and radiant orange hues

Dive into my heart, making pools of joy

My perfect hour is, snuggling in my boat

Watching the sun set on the lake.